But is this communion of cybersouls a sound foundation for religion? It flies in the face of the decidedly more social realities of religious life as it has been known for centuries […]

So thick a haze o’erspreads the sky, They cannot see the sun on high: The wind hath blown a gale all day; At evening it hath died away.

Thirdly, I continue to attempt to interdigitate the taxa in our flora with taxa of the remainder of the world.

Bounce cry the port-holes, out they fly And make the world dance Barnaby.