Science Is A Tool, And We Invent

Inside The Peach, There Is A Stone.

You Meet The Same People On The Way Down That You Meet On The Way Up, But You're Going The Other Way.

For An Instant She Felt Them, Their Identities, Almost Their Substance, Pass Over Her Head Like A Wave. At Some Time She Would Be — Or No, Already She Was Like That Too; She Was One Of Them, Her Body The Same, Identical, Merged With That Other Flesh That Choked The Air In The Flowered Room With Its Sweet Organic Scent; She Felt Suffocated By This Thick Sargasso-sea Of Femininity.

The Astrologers Would Tell That The U.s. Is Ruled By Fire And Canada Is Ruled By Water. Short Version: You Pep Us Up, We Cool You Down.

God Is Not The Voice In The Whirlwind, God Is The Whirlwind.