With All Respects To Heaven,

The Point Of Flight. To Get Rid Of Oneself. That Was Reason Enough To Fly.

I Sit There Thinking About How Much Courage It Takes To Live An Ordinary Life.

Give Life Long Enough And It Will Solve All Your Problems, Including The One Of Being Alive.

The Tunnels Of Our Lives Connect, Coming To Daylight At The Oddest Moments, And Then Plunge Us Into The Dark Again. We Return To The Lives Of Those Who Have Gone Before Us, A Perplexing Möbius Strip Until We Come Home, Eventually, To Ourselves.

I Don't Really Know What An Adverb Is. A Dangling Participle? That Sounds Really Rude. I Don't Know What Character Is, Really. Plot Seems Vaguely Juvenile To Me. It's All About Language, It's All About How You Apply It To The Page.