Between the covers of this book one will find a collection of philosophical thoughts, poems, and prose. They're sort of like the collection of debris found in a bird's nest before being scattered by life's seasonal, proverbial storm. It's always amazing what can be found in a bird's nest that the creature has gathered in the pursuit of feathering her temporary abode. So are the ramblings of this woman that some might label as unbalanced, as intense and ludicrous as those thoughts may prove to be.