
This is the problem with old people. . .
they stop caring if they are wrong.
This is the magic of old people...
they become young whenever they are right.

Our Universe expands and contracts like tides on a beach while we hunger, sense, sleep, search; Exchanging Symbols on a hunk of blue shining bright through the cosmos from water, air and sun but named Earth for the dirt we cling to... while waves wash worlds.