We are reaping the whirlwind.

How do we handle a perfectly designed killing machine?

Will there be singing?

We are created to fail.

We run from each other by canceling those we wish not to understand.

We become our addictions.

It is always not done that a professor seduces a student; but it always does seem to happen.

The Deaf deserve their culture.

How do we know what we don't know?

We used to say goodbye; now we're left only with hello.