The crowd can never replace the individuals.

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I don't know everything about Big Teck, but it seems that working there might have been an extreme challenge in the last fifteen years.

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In the end a limp doll is alone on a couch, the children are outside and the fire place has embers still crackling, outside a tree is singing wih a flock of little birds and a little device is gone from sight.

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Thoughts on God: I am becoming a fan of prayer, but otherwise I have much to learn, but I believe three of my experiences shows that it's not unreasonable.

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Some cats are Like Santa Claws.

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Instead of making self serving narratives, try reading a book for pleasure and edification.

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THE BETTER WORLD IS A DREAM OF MOST OF HUMANITY, A CONSENSUS TRUTH, HIGHER THAN ONESELF, FOR ALL. THE GREATEST MOST AMAZING PROJECT.

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Bill Hole says: France has won THE BETTER WORLD AWARD.

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A person who lives just for things, is nothing.

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A Better World is worth aiming at, because it is our heart's desire.

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Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!