Francesca: So, do you want more eggs or should we just fuck on the linoleum one last time?
The Bridges of Madison CountyHardly has the universe stretched its wings to span When it gathers to egg once more
Forgetting: impressions from the millennial borderlandFew people arise in the morning as hungry for God as they are for cornflakes or toast and eggs.
Hearing God: Developing a Conversational Relationship with GodWe juggle priceless eggs in variable gravity. I am afraid. I will taste fear until I die.
The Mote in God's Eye