My Lungs Taste The Air

Time Is A Measure Of Space, Just As A Range-finder Is A Measure Of Space, But Measuring Locks Us Into The Place We Measure.

If You Believe Certain Words, You Believe Their Hidden Arguments. When You Believe Something Is Right Or Wrong, True Or False, You Believe The Assumptions In The Words Which Express The Arguments. Such Assumptions Are Often Full Of Holes, But Remain Most Precious To The Convinced.

In All Of My Universe I Have Seen No Law Of Nature, Unchanging And Inexorable. This Universe Presents Only Changing Relationships Which Are Sometimes Seen As Laws By Short-lived Awareness. These Fleshy Sensoria Which We Call Self Are Ephemera Withering In The Blaze Of Infinity, Fleeting Aware Of Temporary Conditions Which Confine Our Activities And Change As Our Activities Change. If You Must Label The Absolute, Use Its Proper Name: Temporary.

A Person Needs New Experiences. They Jar Something Deep Inside, Allowing You To Grow. Without Them, It Sleeps- Seldom To Awaken. The Sleeper Must Awaken.

Any Man Who Retreats Into A Cave Which Has Only One Opening Deserves To Die.