All governments need enemies. How else to justify their existence?

By the age of eighteen, a human has acquired enough joy and heartache to provide the food of reflection for a century.

There are circumstances in which suicide presents a viable option; a workable alternative; the only sensible solution.

The gurus come from the sickliest nation on earth to tell us how to live. And we pay them for it.

I must confess that I know nothing whatsoever about true underlying reality, never having met any.

I have been a lucky man. But someone has to be.

Of all the featherless beasts, only man, chained by his self-imposed slavery to the clock, denies the elemental fire and proceeds as best he can about his business, suffering quietly, martyr to his madness. Much to learn.