A haiku written by Lee Sonogan
The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly. – Richard Bach
Gargoyle pock schism,
Six hundred and sixty-six,
Warm bodies fract prism.
Living next to you is in some ways like sleeping with an elephant. No matter how friendly and even-tempered is the beast, if I can call it that, one is affected by every twitch and grunt. – Pierre Trudeau