You only get to keep what you refuse to let go of.
If god exists, he is not to be believed in.
I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.
I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
Everybody knows the competing identities of people who have kids.
The factory farm has succeeded by divorcing people from their food, eliminating farmers, and ruling agriculture by corporate fiat.