Perhaps we don&#39;t need these religious concoctions to pillow the fear of death. Just the fact that there is an unknown, and something greater, can bring a feeling of peace. That&#39;s enough for me.

But earlier this week on a wooded path, I thought the swans afloat on the reservoir were the true geniuses,  the ones who had figured out how to fly, how to be both beautiful and brutal, and how to mate for life.

The world keeps ending but new people too dumb to know it keep showing up as if the fun's just started.

The wrong crowd can do nothing for you but paralyze your growth.

Written By Marcquiese Burrell

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