All the marvelous constructs of our world—down to our lifestyles themselves—are born from the collective pool of humanity’s imagination.   Rather than bemoan the limits of these constructs, I say let’s create new ones that progressively reach the deepest truths, in ever-refining iterations.

I don’t subscribe to the blind aversion of all indulgences; I think that gives them a trapdoor with which to sneak in and take root.   What i believe in is objectively recognizing/managing them, slowly weaning off them, until I can take ’em or leave ’em with a glancing smile.

Rich content flows ceaselessly through my surroundings. The question is not if I can wrangle a story from it—there’s an exercise in futility—but whether or not I open myself to it.

This Earth/Our bodies/Society/Our circumstances…they could easily be seen as prisons, but I believe that they have deeper purpose. I like to think of them more as a temporary classroom where we learn what we need to, and then move on.

I use to gravitate towards people I idolized, but once I got to know them better, was consistently disappointed.  I realized that was a childish approach; why look for an outer idol? Everything I admire comes from within.  All it needs is that ancient discipline of refinement.

Negativity/sarcasm/snarkiness…I can laugh and appreciate all of them, but they have to be well-crafted; handmade, so to speak.  Because ANYTHING done in such a fashion, as harsh or terrible as it may be, was (IMHO) made with a certain kind of love.