Perhaps there is no other knowing than the mere competence of the act. If at the heart of one's being, there is no self to which one ought to be true, then sincerity is simply nerve; it lies in the unabashed vigor of the pretense. But pretense is only pretense when it is assumed that the act is not true to the agent. Find the agent.

If you want to stay in a state of illusion, stay in it. But you can always wake up.

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.

It's time to question a job or career move when it seems like most energy is devoted to making things appear other than what they really are.

To feel that life is meaningless unless “I” can be permanent is like having fallen desperately in love with an inch.

...for thousands of years human history has been a magnificently futile conflict, a wonderfully staged panorama of triumphs and tragedies based on the resolute taboo against admitting that black goes with white.

Jesus was not the man he was as a result of making Jesus Christ his personal savior.