Eventually, scientists will discover that solid objects resonate in a rainbow of frequencies. Like DNA, each object contains only miniscule radiant differences. Tree bark is akin to a raindrop. The music within a pebble is harmony to a blade of grass.

All are children of dirt, the respository from which all things come. The Great Orchestrator has cloaked the music in a mystery, not yet discovered.

You may have noticed I haven’t addressed the topic of Viagra.

Astute observation.

I bared my soul once.

Someone spanked it.

Everything is alive. Even the stones breathe, albeit at a rate undetectable by current standards of measurement.

Look beyond the microscope.
Look beyond the telescope.
Beyond the elementary realm of the atomic accelerator and mass spectrometer.

Scientists’ agoraphobia prohibits them from leaving the laboratory where they overlook the influence of eternity because they cannot duplicate it.

I wanted to knit an afghan, but we bombed the source and now supplies are hard to get.

Maybe I should get some china before that’s becomes hard to get too.