I nod to a passing stranger, and the stranger nods back, and two human beings go off, feeling a little less anonymous.
One must look hard through history to find when a clear understanding of the truth moved anyone to fire the first shot.
We are kept from our goal, not by obstacles, but by a clear path to a lesser goal.
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
What happens if I do nothing?
Anything we tell our kids about life is a placemarker until they figure it out for themselves.