He entertained these thoughts awkwardly, as a man entertains unexpected guests. Then, as he reached his objective, he pushed these thoughts away, as a man apologizes to his guests, and leaves them, muttering something about a prior engagement.

I know that this is the internet, and we're all anonymous and all that, but really. It doesn't hurt to try to be nice.

Writing is flying in dreams. When you remember. When you can. When it works. It's that easy.

It is your differences that make you glorious.

Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you'll see the world If I'm not mistaken... Kiss a lover Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure... Face your life Its pain, Its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.

He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity.

Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?