Obert Skye is an amazing author and philosopher. He has thoughts so intoxicatingly deep that I can't resist blogging about them. I will be sticking these under my author page under Obert Skye's name. Enjoy, and think Skye-ward.
This first philosophy is from Leven Thumps and the Gateway to Foo, Chapter 1: A Relative of Foo, The Birth of Leven
"Who can say for sure what constitutes the perfect birth? Perhaps a mother, while playing cards and sipping lemonade, might simply hiccup, pat her stomach, and there in her arms would be a beautiful child, already diapered and pink-cheeked, looking up at her and emitting a soft coo. That wouldn't be too bad.
Or perhaps, while taking a nice ride up the coastline on a golden afternoon, a woman might tap her husband on the shoulder and say, "Look what I found."
Together they would peer into the backseat and there would be their lovely newborn buckled in a car seat and sleeping blissfully. A person could argue that that scenario would be perfect to a lot of people."
Like I said, I did not write any of this. This is all Obert Skye's grand work. All rights belong to him and Shadow Mountain Publishing, and whoever else might deserve them.
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