• I wade through life and all of it’s heavy substance. Some slowing me down. Others speeding me up. It’s all in how I approach it. One thing is certain however. Even the substances that make it harder me to travel eventually benefit me in the end. The rain falls to enrich the soil.

  • Why can’t I do that? Are moral nothing more than an estimated effect on others? Moral seem to play as cultural ethics. In a melting-pot like America, especially evident in urban areas, there is a forever enduring clash of morals- what’s good for you is abominable to me.