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

Which came first - the observer or the particle?

My primary motivation for writing is to communicate my perceptions and insights into the human condition, in a way that may provide understanding, comfort, and company to others.

The only sins are violations of Love.

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

How can I follow my heart when it's waiting around for the rest of me to make the decision?

The height of mediocrity is still low.