Moon

Here is an excerpt form one of my favorite poems, S.T. Coleridge-style of course...

"The moving moon went up to the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside."

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rhyme of The Ancient Mariner

Poem

The poet takes ordinary, unrelated words, and from them, produces something extraordinary and exciting. So too a good companion is someone who can bring rhyme and reason to the meter of your otherwise mundane life.

Discovery

Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton asked why.
-Bernard Baruch

It is with our hands that we carry out the inter-workings of our mind.

Geeky

Although many described Uncle Jack as "geeky", I always considered him as an eccentric, colorful kind of guy.

Twisted

Take heed to those with whom you keep company; for many a man hath fallen to a simple twisted word shared among a duplicitous acquaintance.
-Anon.