There is dry humor and then there is mean...
There is only me.
Oh yeah, and cosmic soup...
No one else. Nothing else.
What I create out of this soup,
is totally up to me.
I, am the creator.
There is only love,
or the call for love.
How will I react?
What will I give back?
often but my reflection off the surface of the soup :)
In the exact same situation,
and with one sentence, one act,
One can create a friend for life, (time)
or an enemy for life. (time)
Choose well.

It'smeagain...