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

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.

The primary dues a writer or any artist pays is to remain sentient, and to forfeit the illusionary luxury of such anesthetics as avoidance, numbness, and denials.

The only sins are violations of Love.

I am in prayer. I am one hand, this Universe the other.

Everything solid was first an idea.

To paraphrase the great poet Dante, the heavens swirl above us and our eyes are still cast to the ground.