As the children of God, we think of Him as a perfect, almighty, loving, caring and forgiving persona. We pray to Him to bless us and our food, and to fix our troubles. Will we ever become the grown-ups of God?

A good storyteller minces words to entertain or inspire the audience. The politicians and religious leaders do much the same, but for a different purpose - to turn otherwise normal people to nutcases.

Without compassion for a fellow man, for great splendors of our Sister, Mother Earth the humankind will never reconcile with itself.

Women should not feel obliged towards any men for eternity. They earned this privilege by gathering berries, digging roots, picking wild rice, and chewing the skin to make it soft for 999 thousand years, while the men were having fun in the open chasing deer and fighting among themselves.

Love is a vision, a firefly that majestically glows in the night for some time; then, it winks at you and swiftly disappears.

God bless all the little children in the world.