The only power that has any real meaning is the power to better the world.

In the face of all that is so wrong with the world, the very worst thing you can do is survive. And yet you must survive. It is this dilemma that makes us believe and cling to the lie that we have a soul, and that there is a God who cares about its fate.

So when will be the time to get on the train? I think.....a little bit almost quite very soon and not long.

The truth is a bully we all pretend to like

One, what would happen if everyone did this thing? Two, would this help or hinder the movement toward universal ultimate complexity?

Powerful people have no regrets.

They claim a hidden corner of our hearts, all those moments that stay with us unscreamed. That's where loves, like elephants, drag themselves to die. It's the place where pride allows itself to cry.