Poetry in notions
Amazing how arrogant most religious people are, thinking their strong, unfounded, belief in an imaginary being, demands that they control the lives of everyone else, and kill any who disagree.
I try to save the lives of ants and beetles and butterflies; frogs and lizards and turtles and birds; and sheep and mice and kangaroos, when I can. Oh and people too, if needed.
One moment you’re secure in the cocoon of youth: no ailments, at home in your body, watching time pass so slowly, seeing old people as another species, knowing you will never change. The next moment you’re not.
Why would anyone build a house on top of a hill? Well, yes, no flooding, not much frost, good drainage, little fog. But, seriously, does all that make up for the constant wind?