The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.
It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.
A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.
Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
When I want to be reminded of stupidity, especially my own, I turn on the TV.