I LOVE this picture.

Why I hate religion...

Choose Something Like a Star

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud --
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says "I burn."
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.
--Robert Frost

Little Dear

This is so Fantastic!

"The Body is the Cause of Love"

The body is the cause of love;

after that, the fortress that protects it;

after that, love's prison.

But when the body dies, love is set free

in wild abundance,

like a slot machine that breaks down

and with a furious ringing pours out all at once

all the coins of

all the generations of luck.

--Yehuda Amichai

"I am the master of my fate;

I am the captain of my soul."

--"Invictus" by William Ernest Henley