The earth is primarily comprised of iron, oxygen, love, silicon, magnesium, hope, sulfur, nickel, stubbornness, calcium, aluminum, and whimsy. Needless to say, this list also contains the elements of all good relationships.
The individual is real; abstractions are pointless vanities, save perhaps those of mathematics, which owes its existence to definitions. To theorize about the many is to know no one.
We like our truths best served on a bed of lies. This is the key to advertising, politics, and fiction: knowing that, at the end of the day, we want a comforting story before we can go to sleep.
Autumn, dressed as Summer, stormed into his house and ate his good intentions. Half-starving, he staggered off into the woods (where he thought cooler days might be waiting) only to find a painter who told him, “never look for Fall — just create it.”
Motivation is like gasoline; you really can’t go anywhere without it. But unlike gasoline, which we have to buy, motivation is something we have to make for ourselves, sometimes out of the broken remnants of what used to fuel us.
Sometimes we wonder about things, questions to which there seem to be no answers. That is okay, though: wondering, even when no answers seem forthcoming, is no less useless than eating, knowing we’ll just be hungry again.
Silence is not a passive thing; it is, or can be, the very active pursuit of listening, of integrating completely with one’s surroundings. As such, it takes a tremendous amount of effort.