The visible becomes inevitable.

The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.

When I return to the world, I will be a man. I will walk among you. I will lick my lips with my small, dexterous tongue. I will shake hands with other men, grasping firmly with my opposable thumbs. And I will teach all people that I know. And when I see a man or a woman or a child in trouble, I will extend my hand, both metaphorically and physically. I will offer my hand. To him. To her. To you. To the world. I will be a good citizen, a good partner in the endeaver of life that we all share.

That which is around me does not affect my mood; my mood affects that which is around me.

But what is worse, smelling the roast and not feasting, or not smelling the roast at all?

We had a good run, and now it’s over; what’s wrong with that?

All athletes speak about the mental element of athletics, and it usually boils down to the same thing: if you can remove your ego from the game, you can function with much more clarity and you are more likely to succeed. Wouldn't it be interesting if we all began speaking about the mental element of our lives in this way?