I reserve the right to evolve. What I think and feel today is subject to revision tomorrow.

If God spent 180 million years making dinosaurs, what makes us think Man is so special, a tick of the clock before midnight?

We are the last generation with a real opportunity to save the world.

Anyone who doesn't love animals has a serious hole in the heart.

Dead people are easy to love. It's the living ones who are hard.

Over the course of the millennia, all these ancestors in your tree, generation upon generation, have come down to this moment in time-to give birth to you. There has never been, nor will ever be, another like you. You have been given a tremendous responsibility. You carry the hopes and dreams of all those who have gone before. Hopes and dreams for a better world. What will you do with your time on this Earth? How will you contribute to the ongoing story of humankind?

Welcome to the figurative world of poetry where nothing is 'real,' but everything matters.