Where you see valid achievements or virtue being attacked, it's by someone viewing them as a mirror of their own inadequacy instead of an inspiring beacon for excellence.

How do we define consciousness, or what has been called the human soul or the spirit, if it can't be quantified as matter or a particle?.. It can be quantified or observed just by a process of elimination.

Your mouth on mine our bridge to cross and serve where we would go. Utopia of sensations the flesh could never know.

Words are contact with other beings. I see a word that says something I've noticed, seen, felt, obserevd, and I capture it; "I need that word!"

There is no hospitality like understanding.

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

Remembrance of our kiss brings not your lips nor mine to mind. The flesh can only envy consumption so divine.