Loose Change, Loose Morals

It occurs to me that every breath is different from the one before. Under a microscope each grain of sand is a completely unique, fascinating work of art, exquisite in its originality. Ants enslave aphids and we have no idea of the scale of the universe, this one or any other. Yet, I met Elvis. I've known all these dogs. I'll have dinner with Kate again. If this isn't nice, what is?…