Consider how much happens inside of us each day—events of the body and soul. Now consider that all things in the Cosmos exist within that same time frame.

If anyone is able to convince me that I’m not thinking or acting correctly, I will gladly change, for I seek the truth, by which no person was ever injured. Injury befalls the ignorant person.

for every artform aims to follow its own design.

What then is worth being valued? The audience clapping? No. Nor the clapping of tongues in the form of praise.

When we have meat set before us, we’re sometimes stunned to remember that this was in fact the dead body of a fish, and this was once a bird, or a pig. Yes, Falernian wine is only a little grape juice, and this purple robe is just sheep’s wool dyed with the blood of shellfish. And sex is just a little friction and cum. Impressions that penetrate a

Whenever you get freaked out, return to yourself, and don’t continue to be wobbly beyond the duration of the anxiety attack. You can master the harmony of life by continually engaging it.

A good reputation is useless in such a world.

Soon, very soon, you’ll be ashes. A skeleton. A name, or not even...an echo. And what you valued rots, the empty and trifling matters, like dogs yapping at one another, or children who fight and laugh then fall to weeping. Loyalty, modesty, justice, truth...fled from you, gone from the wide-spread earth to Mount Olympus. What then keeps you here, i

The house turned smoky and I left it;