It is an awesome thing to comprehend the magnitude of the fact that what a human being dreams and imagines can be realized. The power of that truth needs to be directed toward our creation of a future that is worthy of true human value and the world civilization.
High finance trembles in its boots whenever there is some political complication.
The primary dues a writer or any artist pays is to remain sentient, and to forfeit the illusionary luxury of such anesthetics as avoidance, numbness, and denials.
The stars are not the limit.
Each character is an allegory for every aspect of human existence.
To a friend, achievement is good news, to an enemy, it’s bragging.
To the degree it is efficient, a spaceship is elegant and beautiful.
Unfortunately, in our society, power means the ability to dominate and oppress.
We call interconnected order beautiful. When interrupted, we call it chaos.
When we can build something like the Hubble telescope and fathom images of this vast cosmos of which we are a part, it really gives pause to wonder what and who we are within a larger framework than linear adventures at the shopping mall and taxes.
You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.
You are not going to find yourself anywhere except right where you are.
The realm of quanta is how I have intrinsically approached and viewed reality since I was born.
We are the ancestors of those gardening the universe.
Essentially Flight is just an adventure of multiple realities.
The category “Women Poets” is bizarre and irrelevant. It’s a subcategory of Poets, but there is not a “Men Poets” category.
Recognition of one’s fellows is distorted when money is prioritized as value itself.
Our true enemies are: ignorance and limitation.
Our lives are fictions, a work we leave behind, signed.
My primary motivation for writing is to communicate my perceptions and insights into the human condition, in a way that may provide understanding, comfort, and company to others.