What could be more wonderful than an oxymoron, or the fact that a coin has two sides? I mean isn't it wonderful when something thought to be purely one thing shows an opposing side; a beautiful side - making it seem out of place? Enjoy!
Is there something in our infant years that makes us grow up differently; separates the strong from the weak, the valiant from the cowardly? What makes us the way we are? Or was it something from our mothers' milk??? Enjoy and please comment