Free the snow globes!
I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.
We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope, a handful of stardust and sinew? We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream? or are you but a part of mine?
The cow is of the bovine ilk: One end is moo, the other, milk.
Going after what I believe in.