Peanut Butter And Jelly

With crushed potato chips.

I never knew how good that was until you said, "just try it, I think you'll like it."

You know me better than I know myself.

Dog

Why is it so difficult for you to believe in God?

What I have difficulty with, is the whole concept of belief. Faith isn’t based on logic and experience.

I experience God on a daily basis. And the miracle of life all around me. The miracle of birth. The miracle of love. He is always around me.

Where is the miracle delivering a crack-addicted baby and watching her mother abandon her because she needs another score? The miracle of love. People are twice as likely to be killed by someone they love, than by a stranger.

Are you trying to talk me out of my faith?

You can have all the faith you want in spirits and the afterlife and heaven and hell…but when it comes to this world, don’t be an idiot. Because you can tell me you put your faith in God to get you through the day. But I know when it comes time to cross the rode…you look both ways.

I don’t believe he is inside of me and is going to save me. I believe he is inside me whether I live or die.

Well then you might as well live. You have a better shot betting on me….than him.

Only At A Precipice

1,180 cubic miles in volume

22,400 square miles in surface area

I'll forever be made more of science than anything else.

240 pound woman versus 120 pound woman.

I weigh exactly 120 pounds.

We, The Youthful Sinewy Races, All The Rest On Us Depend

Racing around Buckingham fountain in paper hats.

But I couldn't race because I was on crutches.

Later that night we ate cake on the elevated train and shared with anyone we met. They gobbled as we did eagerly with fingers and fury.

The conductor came over speaker and sang happy birthday.

We got lost in ourselves and this city.

I don't talk to most of the people I shared that night with.

Yet I think of it now. So strong in my mind. So penetrating in my sentiments. What I struggle with most right now is deciding if I miss it.

"o you youths, western youths,

so impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship"

In These Moments

Everything captivates me in ways I cannot describe.

It is devastating in many respects though, because I know this is a fleeting sensation.

I know the desire to care for nothing of anything too much will return.

I loathe it. But in those moments, I loathe nothing. I love nothing. I am nothing.

P.S. Last night I had a dream where I was stung by a hornet. My finger throbbed in pain and as I pulled its stinger from my finger white venom oozed out.

This morning I awoke with that pain, and a cut where my dream sting had been.

The sensation was similar to the night I had dreamt I had an itchy mustache. So real.

I Was Watching Star Trek

And couldn't help but notice that Captain James T. Kirk was holding an unusually shaped object...

I refuse to grow up completely, I suggest you do the same.