Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.

Even as I speak, the very last polar bear may be dying of hunger on account of climate change, on account of us. And I sure miss the polar bears. Their babies are so warm and cuddly and trusting, just like ours.

I could go on to speak of sanity as compared with insanity, decency as compared with vandalism, friendship as compared with rabies.

Nowadays, of course, just about our only solvent industry is the merchandising of death, bankrolled by our grandchildren.

Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.

I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud.

Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.