As the civil war raged on between too much, too soon and too little, too late I thought I’d found

That moment when you reclassify yourself from a mystery to an unsolved mystery

The time is right When we realize The price is right What is the price? If you have to ask

Inside the hierarchy Humiliation is both a warning That there are no individuals with… And a reminder That your place in the group is at…

Words get in the way and a picture is worth a thousand words

Now that everything is at last Out in the open People shut their eyes Not to escape the truth But to hide from their own blindne…

In the beginning There is a darkness in which All you can see are the others But then you have time To find God

There’s a groove I’ve been going… just between heroic and anti-heroi… that’s perfectly romantic But betwixt the truth-teller and the soothsayer

After that instead of talking about the weath… or staring at their phones people stared at anyone who talked

Nothing is Risk-free Except hell

I remember saying to myself Okay, this is it the moment of truths

I ask God questions all the time and He never answers because He’s focused on listening Looking for answers I turned to ChatGPT

An ideology will fail when followers are asked to believ… despite the fact that it isn’t tru… but will succeed as soon as those followers believe

What I lack in subtlety I make up for in volume