Everything on the internet is too… To call Leaving everything undecided But for this– We should all be worried

At bottom God is a brute fact and Satan a brutal fact

You would think doing well on social media would give you strength in numbers but you only end up

The cover-up is always worse when there’s no crime

Life used to be hard And that’s how we liked it So much that we used to say Hurry up and wait In the understanding that

This ain’t culture war– it’s one cult in action with two rival factions

Just because we’re not in control Doesn’t mean we’re out of control The rest is commentary

We expect a fiduciary relationship with our financial advisors and all they do is help handle the money Yet we so often fail

My analyst says I want to have my cake and put it in a time capsule too

The soul is an appendix made of wo… and while plenty of people function perfectly well without on… much like the physical appendix– which stores good bacteria

You’ll know you’ve weathered their gaslighting if you feel dazed but not confused

Every night when Smokey Bear would tuck me in… the last thing he always said was Only you can prevent forest fires

If you count the rings on a tree stump it will tell you the cost of doing business

Because we know we must die and that survival depends on belonging we all live in fear

Instead of a scythe the mirthful reaper carried balloo… and we just floated away