We are the inventors of history.  With every passing moment we are improvising the story of mankind.

Person A:  I don’t act logically.
Person B:  Why not?
Person A:  No reason.

No person should be completely understood by another.  No matter how well you know someone, there should always be just a little bit left to know or understand.  And that little bit never decreases in amount, which is the essence of every person being an individual.  

It is a very good thing early on in life to gain a prejudgment about something from ignorance, and then, once investigating the matter, find that you were completely wrong. 

It is better to think than to not think, I say, and I would never debate a person who said otherwise, because I daresay they never thought about it.

Be thinking! But in the meantime, have a wonderful night!

A few points of interest:

Starbucks smallest sized version of a drink is “tall.”  The problem with that is that “tall” as a concept only exists because it is relative to something that is “small.”  On top of that, Starbucks coffee isn’t very good. 

Target is a bit too red for me.  I go in there and just see employees arms and faces floating around in a sea of red.  You could shoot an employee and no one would notice.  Well, they might notice them on the ground, but we all know a little nap here and there never hurt anyone. 

Instead of Coffee Shops, I wish that Orange Juice shops were the nation’s primary refreshment chain.  Or simply juice shops.  That would save my body from the ill-effects of caffeine and still allow me a place to hold conversations with friends. 

It’s interesting that people will aggregate at a venue to see a speaker, and then primarily look at the large screen rather than the actual speaker.  It’s like going to see someone to not really see them. 

If you should happen to find on the ground a penny heads up right next to a penny tails up, is it bad luck, good luck, or neither?  Or, does the luck pertain to which one you actually pick up?  Or which one you spotted first?  Or, as I conclude, luck does not even exist? 

I have enjoyed our talk.  Much seems accomplished.  Anything you would like to add? 

Here is a thought:

It happens quite frequently that there is a large event taking place and not enough parking to accomodate everyone who wants to attend.  After arriving late I will often times find myself driving further and further away from the destination because all the immediate parking spots were taken.  So I wonder.  Suppose I don’t want to park far away and I park somewhere closer that’s illegal.  If I myself placed a small, thin, yellow piece of paper under one of my windshield wipers, would a police officer driving by simply assume it had been taken care of?  Would they check to see if it was an actual parking citation?  Do they do that?  Because if not, one could quite easily fake their own parking citation.  However, just in case they do check, I would write them a little note on the fake citation that said, “Uh, I was sort of hoping you wouldn’t look at this.”

Although the possibility of tow trucks presents a problem …

My excuse for such a gap between posts is the same as always: I have been writing copiously recently, but not for all to see.  I have an idea to write about but haven’t done so yet, so here are some random thoughts from the past six months until then:

Life is in the memories stored up in the heart.

I wasn’t going to become a Christian until I read the Bible and found out that God had me triple-teamed. 

Let what you imagine be unexplainable.  Then you will understand the power of the imagination. 

Cynicism is a result of the reason.  Optimism is a result of the will.

That he reasons is evidence that man wants to be right before man.  That he has faith is evidence that man wants to be right before God.

Today was a sunny, glorious day.  And I hated it.  Why is it that the weather supposedly holds some sort of direct line to my mood that affects it accordingly?  Why must my fettle be unalterably linked to the most sporadic and unpredictable phenomona in all of earth: the weather?  Is not reality constant, in spite of the weather?  Is the weather deserving of serving as my compass of termpermant in my life?  But then again, if good weather makes me happy, but I hate that the weather controls my moods, then doesn’t good weather making me happy eventually making me sad mean that the weather doesn’t control my moods? 

I’d like to make a custom bumper sticker that says.  “Chill.  I’ll see the green light eventually.”

There is no present.  Whenever I say “now” it has already ceased to be.

With honesty comes true enemies and true friends; without it, only false enemies and false friends.  Your world is as real as you choose it to be.

I like surprises.  Thus, I don’t have a cell phone that tells me who is calling before I answer; I don’t check the weather; and, when it is not necessary, I don’t plan my days ahead of time.

Special effects in movies are only impressive if you have never explored the possibilities of the imagination.

A critic is a man who has forgotten his own faults long enough to search for the same in others. 

The secret lessons of the heart make us who we are most.