Every Monday morning is new hope.

Every Monday morning is new hope.

My sister is an artist and an interior designer. She went to high school for art. I went to high school for music.

A visit to a museum is a search for beauty, truth, and meaning in our lives. Go to museums as often as you can.

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.

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.

What protects you in this world from sadness and from the loss of an ability to do something? ... Work and love.