I want answers too, dammit. I am always searching, searching, searching... The answers always come back contradictory. I can't find many absolutes. I am the kind of poor soul who even questions the Ten Commandments. Should thou really not kill? What are guns for, then? Why is it ok to kill murderers? UGH!
You know what? Whatever fits the situation. That is my theme song. The short version can fit on a t-shirt: "Whatever".
He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver. And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Sunday, December 08, 2002
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