It's almost impossible to reconcile the realities of how one feels during the day, hour by hour. But I approach things not cynically.

Wonderful things happen when your brain is empty.

It's almost impossible to reconcile the realities of how one feels during the day, hour by hour. But I approach things not cynically.

I said, 'Well, how much space do I have?' And they said, 'Well, you know, it's the Internet.'

Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books.

Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.

We could speak about the meaning of life vis-a-vis non-consequential/deontological theories, apodictic transformation schemata, the incoherence of exemplification, metaphysical realism, Cartesian interactive dualism, revised non reductive dualism, postmodernist grammatology and dicey dichotomies. But we would still be left with Nietzsche's preposterous mustache which instills great anguish and skepticism in the brain, which leads (as it did in his case) to utter madness. I suggest we go to Paris instead.