Half of tradition is a lie.

Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.

Half of tradition is a lie.

If I am going to be drowned – if I am going to be drowned – if I am going to be drowned, why in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate land and trees?

Tradition, thou art for suckling children, Thou art the enlivening milk for babes, But no meat for men is in thee.

A little man said to the Universe. "Sir! I exist." The Universe replied: "That's fine." Just don't think it creates any obligation on my part.

Doubtless there are other roads.