You’ll know you’re but a prop In someone else’s mise en scene When, after the photo op And the choir’s said amen You’re left to close up shop
The ego is a helicopter equipped to safeguard belonging deter conflict and elevate status
If you pull my heartstring I’ll say one of eleven pre-recorded phrases but you can only hear the ones in the first four dimensions
I grew up in the Neighborhood of… where if someone already had their… it was usually based on something… Now I live in the Land of Make T… where if someone’s mind is already…
The biggest stumbling block in bel… that God is in control is further accepting that He put us in charge
Life is a talent show where most everyone is doing bad versions of easy impressions
You can only tell that People are truly free If they work harder than everyone… Which they do because All of their work
Life is short because God knows to leave us wanting more
Pressure is wanting it for someone else Passion is wanting it
I’ll never forget when a guy standing in his front yard confronted me about looking into parked car windows mistaking me for a car thief
It used to be that We could feed our souls By serving others Or feed our egos By serving ourselves
People think artists are painting, dancing, writing, or… when really they’re all whistling past the graveyard
When we had bodies they called us extras which was short for extraneous though our negligible status lent a degree of latitude
Two roads diverged the one to the left leading up the garden path the one to the right leading down the garden path
The screen you’re looking at seven hours a day is actually a magnifying glass
