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

I will never again cast a curse on myself.

Blow kisses to the oak trees and sparrows and elephants and weeds.

Anger has become one of the trendiest emotions of all. In moderation it can be a righteous force for constructive change. But its hackneyed omnipresence means the vast majority of its outbreaks are trivial. The paucity of colorful obscenities is aggravated by an abundance of frivolous fury.

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.

All of creation is alive and conscious, and all of creation deserves our burning, churning, yearning love. All of it. Not just the people and creatures and things that we personally find beautiful and helpful and interesting. But everything. All of creation.

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