Somehow I've always waited for the stars to align. Suddenly it occurs to me that they're always in the right place. I need to shift a little more often.
Have you ever stared into a bowl of marbles. More beauty than anything in any of Tiffany's showcases. If we ever declare them rare, rich folks will be paying through the nose for them. Maybe that's the same thinking that causes so many friends to suggest death to me as a career move. I might need new friends.
The New York Times reminds me again this morning that governments kill people. It's not evil, of course. They only kill bad people. They decide who is bad. No wonder we struggle to keep government and religion separate. Ain't gonna study war no more.