What is the fire in our belly but the eternal flame of a thousand ancestors.

The most valuable lesson man has learned from his dog is to kick a few blades of grass over it and move on.

I am not certain of the hereafter. Frankly, I'm not all that certain of the here.

It's curious the way we get nostalgic for some hoped-for thing that never happened, as if something that never happened were in the past.

After a lifetime of deep thought, I've decided that life is a distraction, but probably not from anything important.

What if, instead of a parallel universe, there's a perpendicular universe? Discuss.

It's not that perfection cannot be achieved. It's that it's so hard to stop there.