good sh*t

But which egg preceded what platypus? The ends don’t always resemble our means.

glistening viscera

It feels harder to write than it should. It feels easier to write than it should, as well.

The sun rose. I found no revelation. I’m not Socrates. (I know Socrates, I served with Socrates, and you, senator… But I digress.)

At twelve, she had already discovered the empty spaces that gathered between people.

“Mom. You taught me that I don’t have to have dreams. I can have goals.”

“I can smell that kind of ambition. It’s not about making the world better, it’s about using marvelous potential and intelligence to . . .” She paused to think. “To feel like they matter. I won’t work with people like that, because if they don’t think they matter despite being some of the most successful, important, influential people on earth, wha

"Our reality isn’t about what’s real, it’s about what we pay attention to.”