If I feel a sense of purpose behind trying very hard everyday to get rich, then that feeling means I will never get rich, as the struggle is my pleasure. I will get rich when I get sick of trying and give up, and no longer care about being rich. Just to live each day in fun, an experience of great wealth, that no money can buy.
Eventually planet earth will reach it's destination and land on a much larger planet inhabited by human beings who recently discovered electricity.
In my light, the men are women pretending to be men, and everything is a lie.
Heather rhymes with feather, so that's why she floats ...like DUH?.