You're alive because of love. You're made of love.
May you eat an unfamiliar dessert in a strange land at least once every three years.
On you and me and everything, I bestow my ripe blessings and boisterous bliss.
We're searching for the answers so we can destroy them and dream up better questions.
Blow kisses to the oak trees and sparrows and elephants and weeds.
In its wild state, the truth is fluid, slippery, vagrant, scrambled, promiscuous, kaleidoscopic, and beautiful.