Every ego is a God complex And like you I almost had myself convinced that I am who I am
Like everyone else I dealt with My anonymity By becoming A recluse
The truth staring us in the face Is always our own reflection– Seeing ourselves backwards Providing just enough distance For us to acknowledge the truth
At the risk of defeating myself I’ll say it in vain: Love and aggression are sutured by pain making war and peace
Loving others is the only sure sou… Why do we love them? Just for being there and enabling…
As the world closed in the Pollyanna sought safety in numbers only to find herself taking a number
My utopia is a dystopia where I get to say I told you so
Either like swords all signs have a point Or like the needle of a compass
I have half a mind to lose my mind and half a mind to find God The question, natch
Theoretically, Schrodinger’s Cat is both alive and dead at the same time In reality, cats have nine lives and one death
In the battle between good and evil good appears to be playing for a tie Evil,
In his weekend forays for psilocyb… he had always been wary of poisono… but he never accounted for the con… that did him in in the end
When I was standing in the shallow end I really believed I was all in only later coming to realize
They can kick you out and send you to Siberia but they can’t kick God out of Siberia
In the state of nature You live by the sword And die by the sword In civilization The pen is mightier
