I have had work or ideas come through me from a source that I honestly cannot identify. And what is that thing? And how are we to relate to it in a way that will not make us lose our minds, but, in fact, might actually keep us sane?

Oh, cold world -- I have grown so weary of you and all your horrible bathrooms.

There's nothing special about your fear.

you must stop looking at the world through your head. You must look through your heart, instead.

God never slams a door in your face without opening a box of Girl Scout cookies.

I've never seen any life transformation that didn't begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.

Equally disquieting are the times when we do make a choice, only to later feel as though we have murdered some other aspect of our being by settling on one single concrete decision.