April 17, 2008

  • Notes I’ve written to myself

    Human life oscillates between the ultimate and the trivial.  We wake up in the morning and stub our toe, then pray to an infinite being.  We sneeze, then injure a soul.  We play checkers, then find salvation. 

    Realities are often bigger than our thoughts of them.  We pass over concepts and nod in our minds, affirming perfunctorily, “Yes, I know that.”  But to know the reality fully we must meditate on it. 

    Never assume.  Other people live in midst of a million thoughts, and inside they have their own lives.  Do not classify them in your mind.  You are probably wrong.

    Don’t say you’re about things, be about them.  People who want to know you will figure out that you’re about them.

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