God is equal parts Ardor and candor But we can’t get a handle on True love

The trick is to craft a conformism so elaborate that you convince yourself it’s bespoke

The first time I went to a robot… I said it hurts when I do this just as I bared my soul and the robot doctor said Don’t do that

As the enormous asteroid hurtled toward Earth I found myself working harder than ever

Free will consists of recognizing the inevitable and choosing wisely

If Wile E. Coyote ever caught the Roadrunner he’d suddenly lose interest

When life gives you A bottomless pit Fill it with Bottomless fries

Now that mindfulness is the official state religion the attention economy will be centrally planned

It’s almost impossible to tell the difference between self-effacement and self-abasement In the former he stays down to earth

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

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

Your eyes are your tools For processing light But don’t trust the process– Trust the light

Instead of a scythe the mirthful reaper carried balloo… and we just floated away

Everyone knows it could go either way but no one believes it could have gone either way So we tell ourselves

In the same Talking Heads song the “road to nowhere” is both a “road to paradise” and the way “they can tell you what to… and “make a fool of you”