I've come back for you, my love, my life. Let me look at you, keep you, never let go of you.
~ Sandra Byrd
Like herbs in a pestle, life steadily ground out the essence of those who did not have access to comforts.
If your arteries are good, eat more ice cream. If they are bad, drink more red wine. Proceed thusly.
Many have doubts, few voice them. The silent tended to quickly condemn those honest few who air misgivings dormant deep within us all.
