One day God came into His living room, which is the universe, and exclaimed: "My Self! This place is a mass!!" He instructed Gravity to clean up after itself, or no TV for whatever was left of eternity.
So, for the last 15 000 000 000 years Gravity has earnestly tried to make the universe into a vacuum and pile everything neatly into one place. This turns out to be a full-time job. That's why Gravity can never take a vacation, grab a beer, and watch black guys fight viciously over an inflated bladder.

I could tell you why Gravity can't finish the job, but you won't believe me. Oh heck, I'll tell you anyway. It's the Uncertainty Principle. (Which I now have to explain to you.) It goes like this:
Once we know exactly where the toys are, they could re-appear, magically, under your bed, in the Empire State Building, or anywhere on the front lawn.

For all who have eyes to see:
These two birds illustrate the simple truth, that two things that are equal and opposite add up to nothing.
Well, not really nothing.
There is the illusion of duality.

It's not the first time that I've threatened to turn my back to the world, if this world doesn't shape up! What the hell was God thinking, when He went on a creative rampage? If the earth is any example of His production standards, I'm not going to heaven. Don't look at me, as if I had anything to do with this; I'm only trying to make a living. If that's arrogant, then look at your own laundry!
And in case anything is missing, I want to state for the record: I didn't take it!

Where have I seen this look before? In the mirror?

There are quite a number of people who believe that only animals of the family of Homo sapiens have emotions. Apparently they have never been greeted by a dog. I can tell that my canary is happy when I take him out on the balcony. Those who now grudgingly admit that certain higher animals might have some simple emotions, I invite to step into an ants' nest. Are those ants angry? Do they heroically sacrifice their lives in a fervor of patriotic frenzy, without thinking?

Now that we have crossed that barrier, we can enter the emotional life of flowers and plants. Some are ablaze with enthusiasm, others may be shy, or just modest. You have to be blind not to see it!

And why, do you think, are the stars shining???

Walking under trees after a rain makes you normal again. Your mind hangs itself out to dry. The trees show you how to be simple.
Perfect simplicity is emptiness. That's why you have to make your mind empty, at least once a day.

If you can paint eyebrows you can paint these trees. The skill lies in knowing where to cross the branches.
It's simple; trust me.

Then you paint a red stroke and put a black dot on top of it: Voila, a chaste maiden deep in thought!
This is what your soul wants.

Painted for Haiku.
Then I forgot the Haiku.
Now it's a picture.

Do insects dream?
Of course, silly.
They dream of Love; specifically of places and faces familiar, of relationships, promises and disappointments.
Stranger yet—they appear in other people's dreams!
How do they do that???

The rooster is venerated all over the world for his ability to forecast weather changes. He also replaces an alarm clock. In an early effort to invent the first organic wristwatch the Japanese miniaturized these birds.

There is a rhythm in these lines. All elements—the tail, the rain-cape, the wing—have a center from which the lines spiral out. It helps to be in a calm frame of mind.

Notice the very subtle shading around the bird that makes the feathers appear "whiter than the paper". A Hake brush charged on one side with LIGHT ink, and on the other side with clear water, will do that.