An amoeba is lucky it’s so small…else its narcissism would lead
to war…since self-love seems so frequently to lead to self-
righteousness…

I suppose a case could be made…that there are more amoebas
than people…that they comprise the physical majority…and
therefore the moral right…But luckily amoebas rarely make
television appeals to higher Gods…and baser instincts…so
one must ask if the ability to reproduce oneself efficiently has any-
thing to do with love…

The night loves the stars as they play about the Darkness…the
day loves the light caressing the sun…We love…those who
do…because we live in a world requiring light and Darkness…
partnership and solitude…sameness and difference…the
familiar and the unknown…We love because it’s the only true
adventure…

I’m glad I’m not an amoeba…there must be more to all our lives
than ourselves…and our ability to do more of the same…