No such thing as "just" a story, any more than just an idea, or just a dream. Stories are what life is made of, and they're the only things worth crying over.
"Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me. The carriage held but just ourselves and Immortality."
Best sung to the GIlligan's Island theme song.
No, no. We're BEING studied. Totally different. We are the math textbooks, the philosophical axioms, the laws of physics. We are the dissected frogs. It's tough work, but I for one am proud to do what I can.
I'd be honoured to call myself your friend, for what it's worth. As I'm sure would countless others. The world is full of lonely people just waiting for a chance to be lonely together.
I smile more, now. I think that's the biggest improvement a life can have. And it's thanks to all of you.
The question has been answered! We can all go now.
Hey! The first paragraph's dedicated to Trixie, too! Just, y'know, in spirit.
Zebras are ponies too! I think.
Change frightens me.
...The banner is cool, though.
Cloud manipulation, no question. I would make cloud knickknacks, trinkets, gewgaws, bibelots, ornaments, trifles, baubles, gimcracks, curios, and... tchotchkes. Lots of tchotchkes. Also, possibly, a cloud house. Floors of nimbostratus, a roof of altocumulus, a bed of wispy cirrus. And a foundation built on love.