Those monkey-thumbs were meant for dogs. Give me my thumbs, you fu**ing monkeys!
You should shine with all of your light all the time.
The full moon rises. The fog clings to the lowest branches of the spruce trees. The man steps out of the darkest corner of the forest and finds himself transformed into... A monkey? I think not.
That which you manifest is before you.
That which we manifest is before us.
That which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves.