Sometimes I wonder about the Creator of the Universe.
And I apologize to all of you who are the same age as my grandchildren. And many of you reading this are the same age as my grandchildren. They, like you, are being royally shafted and lied to by our Baby Boomer corporations and government.
Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak.
How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.
You know who was a hero? Franklin Roosevelt.
I do feel that evolution is being controlled by some sort of divine engineer. I can't help thinking that. And this engineer knows exactly what he or she is doing and why, and where evolution is headed. That's why we've got giraffes and hippopotami and the clap.