Friday, July 10, 2026

Loose Change, Loose Morals






It occurs to me that every breath is different from the one before. Under a microscope each grain of sand is a completely unique, fascinating work of art, exquisite in its originality. Ants enslave aphids and we have no idea of the scale of the universe, this one or any other.

Yet, I met Elvis. I've known all these dogs. I'll have dinner with Kate again.

If this isn't nice, what is?






 

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