A person is like a cat who puts a bell around its own nec… but continues to hunt
A human has being so, we call ourselves human beings God has meaning so, we call Him
The scientific method has, at long last arrived at a unifying theory which, for it is a dead end
I always wondered why there are several teen archetypes on offer in The Breakfast Club– each with their own exquisite agon… but also the promise of redemption…
When they start to call you clear-eyed it just means you’re a cynic whose time has come
The moment I think It’s beneath me the solid ground collapses into a sinkhole where I remain
People are only willing to wait and see when they already know what they are looking for
Life was once a high-wire act without a net Now it’s tennis without a net
Poets are to their poems As parents are to their children Preparing them for the world Without knowing what they will do
Having heard that God is everywhe… and failing to see Him anywhere the unbeliever deduces that God is neither here nor there when, in fact, God is in the air
Friendly competition is heaven on… Culture war is hell on wheels Of time But now that our culture’s wheels… We’ll soon be out of time
Hook-up apps have given intimacy all the allure of an oil change
If it can’t be fixed but it must be fixed it stands to reason that you should keep trying the easy fix
Unsatisfied with natural consequen… human beings concocted perverse in… which is to say where once we were mere mortals now we are self-defeating
I was one of the ones who craved religion without religion This, apparently was easy to arrange But now that I’m longing for