Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wilderness and freedom, lay the trap of madness. - Edward Abbey

All men are brothers, we like to say, half-wishing sometimes in secret it were not true. But perhaps it is true. And is the evolutionary line from protozoan to Spinoza any less certain? That also may be true. We are obliged, therefore, to spread the news, painful and bitter though it may be for some to hear, that all living things on earth are kindred.

One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothing can beat teamwork.

For there is a cloud on my horizon. A small dark cloud no bigger than my hand. Its name is Progress.