The blue bird tapped at my window and pecked my crumbs. I talked to him as to a small person about the things of life, of flowers, of trees and the sky. Even at times pretending he was erudite, I questioned him about evolution and extinction. He looked at me as if he…

Choose one and start a revolution. Choose one and dream up a dream. Eventhe billions of stars sometimes get theblues. It's only natural. Will youdeny yourself the pleasure of hisor her company? It's as if you prefer the fake trees to the real ones.Opening your…