Believing takes practice.
Speaking of ways, pet, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract.
Dare I? Of course I don't. But I'm going to anyhow because I have no choice.
I looked at this tiny, perfect creature and it was as though a light switch had been turned on. A great rush of love flooded out of me.
The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness.
Death is contagious; it is contracted the moment we are conceived.