I think housecats are all little lions, and I believe there are not enough pixels in my Steinbeck picture.  I am tired and excited and anxious and guilty for thoughts that are my own.  It is difficult to endure the complexity and then digest Darwin for an escape……….We are all animals. I understand this, but how to placate reasons tensions?  Convince ourselves of Charles when we are capable of finger painting deliberate and intricate portraits of perversion?  I can ask for nothing more than a dog to pet and a bed that acts as a conduit to jungles.