There’s only one way To win a game of chicken But there are two ways to lose And the only chance of victory Is knowing ahead of time

If life is the in-breath and death the out-breath we presume that by ridding ourselves of death we’ll live an infinite in-breath

History always repeats itself And we find ourselves once more On the banks of the Red Sea Under extreme duress To put it mildly

It always comes back to Love and work– The whole point of Love of country Is found in doing the work

The ego is like a booster rocket That starts out incredibly massive But sheds its size As it delivers its payload– The soul–

The two-week lockdown To bend the curve Turned into a year-and-a-half That bent our minds When

There’s always been a method to our madness Its latest name is the scientific method The madness is believing in

Before you know it The next big thing Is already The next best thing I suppose there’s worse things tha…

Eat, drink And be merry But don’t drink And derive

Charles Horton Cooley said “I am not what I think I am and I am not what you think I am; I am what I think you think I am” Before the like button

The conceit of individualism was that you could have a type without even wondering if you might be a type

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

Pressed on their oft explicit Sometimes implicit goal Of driving all of Israel’s Jews Into the sea, Western antisemites insist

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…

After the death of God religion lived on as an inquest taboo