Such is our need to shower blame on some distant entity when it is we who lack the courage to face up to what is there before us.

There is nothing that is truly free nor democratic enough. Make no mistake, the internet did not come to save the world.

Death is the inventor of God.

There is relationship between sight and touch, something about eyes being able to see through the fingers touching the clay, about fingers being able to feel what the eyes are seeing without the fingers actually touching it.

. . . if there is a way for the world to be transformed for the better, it can only be done by pessimism; optimists will never change the world for the better.

Strictly speaking, we do not make decisions. Decisions make us.

Somewhere in the infinite that He occupies, God advances and withdraws the pawns of the other games He plays, but it is too soon to worry about this one, all He need do for the present is allow things to take their natural course, apart from the occasional adjustment with the tip of His little finger to make sure some stray thought or action does not interfere with the harmony of destinies.