The fog of war is not knowing what’s coming next The fog of peace is thinking you know

I’m not afraid of rejection– Life is a series of rejections Until you learn that Life goes on I’m afraid of abject humiliation

Consider the vowel: In Marxism, the last shall remain… as the second A in materialism always becomes the second E in mat… And in capitalism, of course

Desire is a tautology rendering each of us a failed ouroboros as dogs chasing our own tails

God’s hand Is a fist Until the moment You come to fear God

There are lots of places to hide things but hiding them in plain sight is the best option for the things that people

Nietzsche, who famously never marr… described marriage as a long conve… Had he wed he would have realized it’s actual… a series of brief interrogations

As the boat overfilled with refuge… was turned away from the harbor each of the onshore demographic gr… had their own routinized, ruthless… but surrounded by my own

Because bodies make a fart joke of… etiquette used to dictate that whe… passed gas at, e.g., a dinner part… the polite thing to do was to pret… the fart never happened

In life We all have brushes with death Leaving wounds That either become scars Or beauty marks

I respond to A nail in my tire Like it’s the last nail In my coffin

Upon my retirement I thought to myself Maybe now I can get some work don…

Losing what you never had is only possible when you look for it exactly where it never was

Beliefs and behavior are the real… One leads to another And we have no idea How it all started Our name for that lacuna is God

In the battle between good and evil good appears to be playing for a tie Evil,