Books of Wisdom

An old blogger buddy was talking about a magazine he once ran.

I think I wrote something for it once.

If I'm remembering correctly,

it was a magazine of anonymous confessions,

and I contributed an ugly secret.

Today he mentioned that magazine and the bible in the same post,

and I said:

I remember the magazine,

and the bible.

I also remember the day I turned and flew toward the stars with Neil Degrasse Tyson instead.

The clarity and solidity of physics is a far greater comfort to me than the poems of liars and charlatans...

There is no good, there is no bad.

There are only the places in between.