My first intentions for writing this article was to write a poem then I thought. And that’s exactly what I’m doing. Thinking.

You are my fingers on my cheek, on my feet, in my brain, in my heart.

Limerick.

A soulmate is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communicating and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace. ~ Thomas Moore.

A poem which illuminates the vast potential power of the human mind, and describing in part a resistance to religion from the perspective of the Atheist.

You have been gone for too long.

When a liberal finally finds his brain cells, he won’t be a liberal any longer.

A view of our electronic planet.

Limerick.

Night, it is the most precious time.

When your brain can work the best……………