A fact was the hard outer cover of meaning, and meaning was the soft living stuff inside a fact. Fact and meaning were the driving cogs of living. If….

I suppose that the human mind can only stand so much grief and anguish. After that the fuses blow..

And God said love me, love them, and love it, and don't forget to love yourself..

The diffrense from a person and an angel is easy. Most of an angel is in the inside and most of a person is on the outside..

The sun is nice but it lights things up so much that you can't see very far... The night time is better. It stretches your soul to the stars..