Solid gold does not corrode, break, or tarnish, but it can (and will) disappear if left untended.

Sitting at a crossroads is my pastime.

Our future must not be written in the dancing halls of our enemies.

The quietly sizzling apprehension of disbelief. And further oblique phenomena.

Unfashionable opinions & the danger of thinking aloud.

Our cyborg brains, brimming with information saturation, trimmed by algorithm editing.

Or how to learn to walk in the dark.

A movement towards silence, within.

Never allow anyone to push you out of your own field, and take over the public conversation — you belong there for the benefit of others, with your history, and your knowledge, not only for the personal and professional accolades.

Social media is an aqueduct and sewer streamlined into one system. Any attempt at filtration is doomed, at best, and successful — at worst. Because so few are interested in supplying water, for free.

On following one’s destiny at the pace of a lunar snail.

Gratitude is the currency of the universe, its true gold.

One should always take one’s own precognitive advice.

To be liked, but not read — or to be read, but not liked? That is the question.

It’s the small minds that think alike.

Circle in, and reach your destination.

Scintillating trails of luminous absences.

Mind like a ricocheted bullet.

Remember, only liars want you to believe that there is no truth.

We get the macrocosm we allow, and the microcosm we deserve.

The fabulous nebulous.

Publishes a book.

Growing myself out of a box, like a firecracker.

Reduce the element that lessens the difference.

May you find your worship in joy.

We don’t get to keep people we don’t choose.

It’s not enough to understand what others are, but to accept that what others are influences what we become.

Ideology is, simply, religion without benefits.

You know it’s not your garden anymore when the weeds take over.

Corners are important.