“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...”

“...I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been...”

“...I think our 'changes' are not as radical as we suppose - in some way we persist as us...”

“...loveliness is the Milky Way... but also all the myriad points of radiance streaming from your beauty...”

“...there is a myth called objective reality - we think an impersonal world exists apart from us - it doesn't - it needs us to be ...”

“...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...”

“Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...”