We confuse freedom for the act of choosing when our frontal lobe has no choice but to choose just as a heart must beat

In order to live I can’t die (but you can) In order to live and let live I must (eventually) die

History always repeats itself And we find ourselves once more On the banks of the Red Sea Under extreme duress To put it mildly

My matchmaker couldn’t find me any… but she suggested I go to the bing… and focus on the woman who played the most cards per game

As the Zamboni driver erasing everything that just happe… so it can all happen again I am preparing for my own death

By preserving crucial memories Your amygdala prepares for the fut… Through understanding the past By digging strategic memory holes The internet controls the present

Guilty, I’d pled when left for dead for what I had said but as the undead squeezed my bonehead

Rock and roll may be dead but it’s got one of the great corp… like a dead horseshoe crab

The first difference between your… When you know your boss’s eyes are… You need to look busy But when you know God’s eyes are… You actually want to get busy

The three day seminar culminated with walking across smooth sea glass and still cutting our feet

Nobody remembers how to forgive Because posting on social media Is an act of seeking approval

If I live forty more years I figure my life will pay for itself

I have a tendency to overreact When people tell me to get lost By taking them literally and serio… Which is literally how I found Go… Seriously!

The fatal mistake Is taking his weakness For kindness

You’ll know you’re talking to God When He doesn’t talk back Yet you still have your answer