(November 5, 2014 at 9:18 am)Cato Wrote: To each her own I suppose. The bottom of a lake, river, or ocean is a little too dark, damp, cold and oxygen deficient to be considered better for my tastes.
I find that such delusions are usually indicative of a mind prison... and that the peace of death is the only kindness that life is guaranteed to offer.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
