Wonder Is A Bulky Emotion. When You

Nothing Is More Memorable Than A Smell. One Scent Can Be Unexpected, Momentary And Fleeting, Yet Conjure Up A Childhood Summer Beside A Lake In The Mountains...

No Matter How Politely One Says It, We Owe Our Existence To The Farts Of Blue-green Algae.

Writing Is My Form Of Celebration And Prayer.

Love, Like Truth, Is The Unassailable Defense.

Complexity Excites The Mind, And Order Rewards It. In The Garden, One Finds Both, Including Vanishingly Small Orders Too Complex To Spot, And Orders So Vast The Mind Struggles To Embrace Them.