We are the ancestors of those gardening the universe.

Sex in space (Earth included) far exceeds our wildest imaginations, and is more than a big bang, that's for sure, it's cosmic.

Is it a form of social play that underneath the words people say, there is a different conversation going on?

Sometime is that appointment, the final one to meet. Let's color all with love, for Time is naught but fleet.

I am sacred when you love me. I am your sanctuary, you are mine.

People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look - like monuments. Too bad they had to go so soon.

The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul... the soul... There is no bandage - even crying is in vain.