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

Who is my trainer? God Who is my sparring partner? God Who is my cornerman?

Materialism’s biggest assumption Is that death has the last word Which is why In their fear of death Materialists never let anyone else…

The biggest risk of immortality is the lack of risk Chances are you’ll be bored to dea… for all eternity

Death and danger are our lot Look at what my kid can do is what’s been wrought

Life is either A whole lotta nothing Or a whole lotta love Nothing could be easier than love Then again

If life is the in-breath and death the out-breath we presume that by ridding ourselves of death we’ll live an infinite in-breath

Faced with a forced choice The agnostic feigns ignorance For if you ask a woman to marry yo… And she says I don’t know

Mid-life crisis: the failure to start hoping you don’t get what you want

Jews learned the hard way That because God sanctions God also sanctions– In this lies their certainty about… Most other nations just know

God loves us so much that He sets us up to fail For the journey is infinite As in it never stops And God knew that

The central paradox of our broken world is known through the feeling of unsurprised disappointment Hope is the belief

As users of language we give off meaning the same way that plants as users of sunlight give off oxygen

You’ve used others When you use your talents To serve yourself You’ve used God When you use your talents

The male gaze sees all or nothing unless it’s blindfolded– then it sees both