The revolution begins at home. If you overthrow yourself again and again, you might earn the right to help overthrow the rest of us.

You're alive because of love. You're made of love.

Are you apathetic toward the saccharine goodness evangelized by sentimental, superstitious fanatics, but equally bored by the intellectuals who worship at the empty-headed shrine of scientific materialism?

You're hungry for the infinite and the infinite is hungry for you.

If you bury your face in your tear-stained pillow and beg God to please send you your soul mate, may you not slur your words in such a way that they sound like "cell mate."

Please take good care of it all, OK? Be an enlightened monarch who treats your domain with reverent responsibility. And make sure you also enjoy the full measure of fun that comes with such mastery. Glide through life as if all of creation is yearning to honor and entertain you.

What worn-out shticks are blinding you to the blessings that life is conspiring to give you?