The glorious improbability of us.

 If your two parents hadn't bonded just when they did - possibly to the second, possibly to the nanosecond - you wouldn't be here. Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything, p. 397 Here's your thinky-thought for the day: Whether the product of careful, clinical implantation or a bit of energetic reverse cowgirl, each … Continue reading The glorious improbability of us.

For the love of bitter humans.

Life, I think, is like a champagne cocktail: best enjoyed while still fizzy, sublime in its bitter sweetness. ****** In my next life, if my karmic inheritance takes me to the next level of transcendence, I will return as a Quaker, serenely imparting peace among people. If you're wondering why I don't just study up … Continue reading For the love of bitter humans.