philosophical

The trouble with life is that we lead it forwards and understand it backwards.

Better to have too much time to manage, than too much money that manages all your time

life is fair, truth is faith

Do you know how a pearl comes to be?""Oysters make them, from a bit of sand.""Aiyah. From a bit of sand." He rolled the pearl between his fingers. "All pearls begin as something unpleasant that the oysters cannot expel from themselves, even though they may want to. So they embrace these things that will not leave them, shaping them and smoothing away the sharp edges, until over time, they make of these unwanted things great treasures.

I should have bailed. That little voice had my back. That little voice is older than I am. It's older than the oldest person who ever lived. I should have listened to that voice.

Information is power. Disinformation is abuse of power.

Alternately in our lives come black and white.Nothing is visible through the silent dark hole:no light, no life, no meandering respitein the tunnel of death, journeys the eternal soul.

Even the highest branches cannot deny that they have roots in a common bond.

Conscience is the most sacred of all property in which our contemporary government of criminals aspires to plunder from our compatriots by the means of unconstitutional surveillance.

There are no endings, only beginnings that have been reborn.

Science tells us what we can know, but what we can know is little, and if we forget how much we cannot know, we become insensitive to many things of great importance.

Perhaps it is a good thing that we don't live long enough to realize how redundant things seem :)

The Universe Conspires....to get what you truly desire

If you can hear the birds singing, you're in the right place

In true love, one has no reservations.True love is unquestionable,indisputable and totally recognizable.

It is better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a pig satisfied.

Things aren't different. Things are things.

(Speaking about ponies engaging in a game of running around and chasing a ball with "imaginary riders")Along with everything else about it, it seemed to be a parable for life. Going forwards and backwards and round in circles, striving ever forward only to have to run like crazy backwards to get the ball again, realizing that your enemy is after the same goal and you're actually helping him toward it and getting roughed up and possibly killed while you're at it but still feeling the comradeship of being in the game all together.