When we talk to god, it's prayer. When god talks to us, it's schizophrenia.
After all, in private, we're all misfits
We don't care. We don't have to. We're the phone company.
You can't expect insights, even the big ones, to make you suddenly understand everything. But I figure: Hey it's a step in the right direction if they leave you confused in a deeper way.
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.
Wouldn't it be great if we all grew up to be what we wanted to be? The world would be full of nurses, firemen, and ballerinas.