Muhammad brought the promise that anyone could find fulfillment and everlasting life through allegiance to the one true God. The Buddah held out hope that the suffering could be transcended. Jesus brought the message that even the last shall be first, that even the tax collectors and lepers - the outcasts - had cause for hope. And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope.

The internet is necessarily public. It can be filtered-public or censored-public, but it necessarily has to be open and available.

But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.

Stupid truth, always resisting simplicity

I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.

The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.

You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice.