• Catch a falling leaf while riding a familiar street under the deep blue sky. An ocher droplet from the heavens lands in my reaching hand. Grasping it gently, I ride on considering, with great ease, that I am where I am and not where I am not. That is all that can be true. 
  • I'm curious, what do you think the chance of life exsisting on another planet is? How about another plain? Or perhaps the chance of our timelines overlapping... or the chance you are exactly where you are today?