I'm allergic to dogma. I thrive on riddles. Any idea I believe, I reserve the right to disbelieve as well.

Don't save your enormous creativity for "something better." Give it to this.

Enjoy saying "no!" but don't make it the wellspring of your vitality. Be fueled by blood-red yeses.

Somewhere there's a treasure that has no value to anyone but you, and a secret that's meaningless to everyone except you, and a frontier that harbors a revelation only you would know how to exploit. Why not go in search of those things?

Your drive to produce hard-edged opinions stoked by hostility is likely a sign that you've been brainwashed by the pedestrian influences of pop nihilism.

Can you imagine what it would feel like to become aware of an omnipresent ocean of wild divine love that has always been a secret to you in the same way that the sea is invisible to a fish?

God was my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains and I had to eat Him. Explain.