Every time I screw up God says what He has to say and then He says Over and I always think

I hope to live several decades more making it odd to know so very well what they’ll put

The universe is a kinetic watch so time only keeps going if we’re on the move making Zeno’s paradox of motion just a way of reassuring ourselves

While loved ones may or may not have the chance to say goodbye to the

Liberalism deepened by religion Religion widened by liberalism Until the body and soul politic Is so deep That it swallows our fears

Actually marr– iage is like riding a tan– dem unicycle

I was always trying to find The signal in the noise Until I found God And discovered that It’s all signal

The rug saves its harshest critique for the carpet

You’re only a real materialist If you demand that believers Do the impossible And then get angry When they prove you wrong

A poem is worth A thousand pictures A life is worth A thousand paper cuts So, if I were to

Cyberspace is an unmaker’s space where we make the tech to unmake the people to make the money And though you can prepare

Woe betide the man who accepts an apology

She believed me when I said that my life was based on a true story

When at last my colleagues convinced me to go out after work and I’d relaxed enough to drop my… everyone could finally see my helm…