You must never imagine, that just because something is funny, it is not also dangerous.

Imagine a mosaic picture of a house in the country: lots of red and blue and yellow and black and brown and white and a dozen different shades of green tiles which make a beautiful picture if you stand back far enough. All the little red squares are true - true things, true places, true feelings. But the red squares aren't the picture. All the rest of it is lies and stories, often within the same sentence.

However you must have sensed a lurking 'but' skulking beneath my happy, blithe, and chipper exterior. A minuscule vexation, like the teeniest lump of raw liver sticking to the inside of my boot.

We get to experience the same thing in very different ways with different parts of ourselves.

Use your blog to connect. Use it as you. Don’t ‘network’ or ‘promote.’ Just talk.

Here, far from our homes, we will be forgotten by our gods.

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