The future is like smoke from a burning forest, waiting for the wind of specific events and personal courage to blow the sparks and embers of reality this way or that.

Words bend our thinking to infinite paths of self-delusion, and the fact that we spend most of our mental lives in brain mansions built of words means that we lack the objectivity necessary to see the terrible distortion of reality which language brings.

Words are the light and sound of our existence, the heat lightning by which the night is illuminated.

Evolution brings human beings. Human beings, through a long and painful process, bring humanity.

Mobs have passions, not brains.

If our god's work is to be done in our time, we must do it ourselves.

It started 25 years ago, when I was teaching elementary school in a small town in Missouri