Craig D. Lounsbrough

Sometimes chaos is the very thing that deliberately shakes up our neatly ordered world__ in order to get us out of the neatly ordered ruts that have kept us stuck.

Too often we want to take stands to elevate us rather than elevate a cause.

If it__ the benefit to myself that drives my decisions, I can know that I__ driving down a long road with a short bridge.

Have we ever thought to consider that we create values that __eel_ right because they serve our current agendas, which is an infinitely different thing from values that __re_ right because they serve an eternal agenda?

If we ignorantly act to solely serve our agenda, we__e simply slogging around in the egocentric and brackish backwaters of selfishness. Any response that comes out of that kind of cesspool will be vulgarly irresponsible.

Risk is the stuff that sucks the predictability right out of the very things that we desperately wish were predictable.

Risk is uncertainty injected into our most vulnerable places. And because that__ the case, we may choose not to risk.

We can only be our best by giving, and so we always need to be in the process of giving or preparing to give.

If your portfolio is made up of the investments that you have made in the lives of people, you will have amassed a wealth so vast that all the portfolios that will ever float the trading floor on Wall Street would, by comparison, be reckoned as nothing. And if by chance we dared to live by this truth, we would in fact love like none other.

If your portfolio is made up of the investments that you have made in the lives of people, you will have amassed a wealth so vast that all the portfolios that will ever float the trading floor on Wall Street would, by comparison, be reckoned as nothing. And if by chance we dared to live by this truth, we would in fact would love like none other.

May we know fear, but may we always refuse to court cowardice.

To be bold is to be wise enough to realize that fear is the energy that fuels action.

Be confidently assured that any __ods_ that we build will always have veracious appetites, and sooner or later they will gorge themselves on that which built them.

Humanized gods are too small to captivate my imagination, or be worthy of my fullest allegiance.

If I__ surprised at where I__ at, it__ probably because I__ not listening to the reality that listening to the voices that I__e listened to have put me here. So, maybe I should be less surprised and more disappointed.

Eternity is the end of the end.

Sometimes things that appear completely irreconcilable and mutually exclusive serve a shared purpose that could not be achieved except through their contradiction.

Why is it that crisis pushes me to my own devices when those devices are frequently the very things that produced my crisis in the first place?