December 26, 2010

• A lone smoking chimney

  You can’t cast characters in a movie that only live in my imagination.  Plus, admission to my imagination is free.

  I really love other humans.  What they look like, the thoughts they carry, what’s going on in their lives.  Every person is so very much who they are.  It’s like they can’t help it.

  The food and the service are not worth that much.  What you pay for is the conversation.

  Connections are where life is made.  If you make yourself, but connect yourself to no one, you eventually find that you are nothing. 

  Many people assume a person who leads a disciplined life has no contrary desires.  But the truth is that a person who leads a disciplined life does so because they have contrary desires.

  A story properly consists in a set of events and their meaning.  Newspapers however report only events; poetry reports only meaning.

  Philosophers are too stupid to understand ordinary folks.

  A God would not be loving who was never angry.

  I don’t understand when people don’t have blogs or journals.  Where do they put their thoughts about everything?

  I live in search of life, and the words that express life, in that order.  I am way behind on the words part.  And the life part too.

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