Mother Nature gets pretty rowdy when drunk on rarefied air.
Her rap sheet spans back to the beginning of time. Don’t bother trying to read it, though; the best parts have been redacted.
If you can find an original version on eBay, I’m sure you’ll pay top dollar.
Meanwhile, on the other side of eternity, death is thumbing through the latest clothing catalog; it’s getting tired of wearing black.
As for the rest of us, the price of living keeps going up each day while the value of human life declines.
Such is the mathematics of humanity, always an odd number in the bunch where things don’t divide up evenly.
All the more reason for a Noah’s ark of the heart—two of everything divine.
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