Hot air expands, and seriously pompous attitude is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.
Gifts have ribbons, not strings.
When we can build something like the Hubble telescope and fathom images of this vast cosmos of which we are a part, it really gives pause to wonder what and who we are within a larger framework than linear adventures at the shopping mall and taxes.
My body is the fruit of spirits' play.
There is only now. And look! How rich we are in it!
How can I follow my heart when it's waiting around for the rest of me to make the decision?