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

Hate: return to sender; address unknown.

Poets can't worry about popularity since loving life and humanity involves saying what some people don't want to hear.

Any time a body goes outside the environmental conditions for which it developed it has to acclimate.

It's weird how people who are the least close to me or who've never even met me purport to be experts on the real me; and then, sadly, there are those who could be in touch with me but prefer to gossip with strangers about me instead.

Do it right, regret nothing.

Space is as infinite as we can imagine, and expanding this perspective is what adjusts humankind's focus on conquering our true enemies, the formidable foes: ignorance and limitation.