I watched the early morning light pass over and through the windows of colored glass, leaving streaks of red and green and yellow on the stone floor. When I was little, I used to try and capture the colored light. I thought I could hold it in my hand and carry it home. Now I know it is like happiness-- it is there or it is not, you cannot hold it or keep it.

Love brightens and purifies the heart.

Corpus Bones! I utterly loathe my life.

Just because you don't know everything don't mean you know nothing.

I want to remake the world; anything less is not worth the trouble.

Minds, like diapers, need occasional changing.

Seems to me home is where I am loved and safe and needed.