A mind without a body, Say one that’s been uploaded to th… Is like a thought without words– You can picture it But it’s senseless

It used to be that if you were obscure you had to be able to handle the truth and if you were famous

Woe betide the man who accepts an apology

In the confession booth I have a confession to make so that I can receive forgiveness In the show trial I have a confession to make up

While others await the second coming my own second shortcoming (the first– keeping the peace

A woman’s air of mystery is intended as the breath of life but received by men as a crime to be solved

Living in the Information Age is… looking at a Pointillist painting but you can’t connect the dots

As social animals the central question of our lives asked and answered answered and asked day upon day

There’s more than one way to move… So, I’m always beavering away At my dam that bends the river Far, far away from the foot of the…

If the truth were merely regarded as false it might still have found its purpose but once degraded into

AI didn’t write this poem; it wrote the algorithm that decided whether or not you would read it

Finding themselves at court in a r… for a body politic gone mad withou… aides could only hope to exploit h… bias in lieu of appeals to his dec…

Hook-up apps have given intimacy all the allure of an oil change

I didn’t know my own strength because my strength is in numbers But now I know that my greatest w… was wanting to be number one Fortunately, while it’s easy to ge…

According to experts There are only seven basic plots Limited to the believable There are no experts on the truth Because the truth