Watching thoughts like airplanes flying across the sky.

I always assumed if someone found out something really big about life they would tell everybody right away.  But maybe life is more of a secret thing, and we never say the big thing directly.

It is good to be close to people, to relate to their experience—but other times it is better to keep a distance, so they can look at you as an idea and be encouraged by it.

We never imagine things accurately, because we always imagine them as a picture.  In a flash we see life as lived in some place or with some person—but really, if it became so, we would arrive and the picture would keep going.  Time is a stranger to the stillframes of our imaginations. 

When you are interacting with someone, do not form judgments about who they are, for you are but seeing a glimpse, a thin slice of their whole life.  They will have brilliant moments without you.

I see beauty all around me, but I am afraid that if I take a closer look it will all disappear.  But even more than being afraid it will leave, I am excited that it will stay.  I think this is going to be an adventure.

One time I went to the Apostle Paul and emphatically cried, "I have done so many terrible things! I have eaten strawberry after strawberry, watched squirrels for hours—one time I even crapped in an outhouse! I am terrible, oh help me, show me the way." But he just replied, "Nonsins!"

Preparing for interviews is much harder as a Hindu because you have to plan for questions like, "So where do you see yourself five lives from now?" 

One time I was paranoid that everyone was out to make my life as good as possible.  I'd see people smile, and I knew they wanted me to see them.  They would hold doors open for me.  One day a guy on the sidewalk—guy I didn't even know—handed me an entire book of free coupons.  What the heck.  Suspicious.  Then later I went home and walked in my house and everyone was there and they all yelled, "SURPRISE! Happy Birthday!" and I cried, "I KNEW IT!"

As I got onto the highway I saw a sign that said 'Littering - $500 Fine'.  But of course the police can't catch people throwing trash out their windows.  That is too specific a moment in time for police to catch.  So what they must do is perform fingerprint analysis on the litter and bust people that way.  And the people who run the tests on the litter are probably like the minor league of CSI; do well enough and you might get called up to a real forensic unit.

The Olympics are a lot like Halloween.  Halloween is when everyone pretends to be something else for a day, and then immediately go back to normal the next day.  The Olympics are when everyone pretends to care about sports they've never heard of, and then after the games are over people go right back to not caring about them anymore.   

Ok, I guess that about wraps it up, hope everybody is having a swell time wherever they are.  Sorry I couldn't make it there, but such is finitude.  Sigh. 

Goodnight!