Our bodies are simply our shells, the package for the spirit and the soul.
Static Jedi: The Art of Hearing God Through the NoiseIn our world, to do what you want to do, you must first do what you have to do.
The Steadfast Tin Soldier?The ordeals of others . . . prepare us, and later become the compass . . . in our time of ordeal.
For the (Soon) Unemployed: You Against ThemYou deicde, and you make our night what you want. Brilliant and ours. Stupid and theirs.
The Tragedy of ArthurIt is fine to be committed to work, but our minds need time to recover and our bodies need to move.
Take Stress from Chaos to CalmSilence is not our heritage but our destiny; we live where we want to live.
Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and EncountersComedy was one of those genres that while appearing quite jolly was actually highly dangerous.
One of Our Thursdays Is MissingHolding fantasy to our chests only means our hands are not free to work.
Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the CraftWe all have to learn to live with our losses, and to use our regrets to spur us on in the future.
The Pool of Fire