be an unbendable vector to those forces external to yourself
experience is, in the end, the sum total of of everything and what the pages of your book are written of
when all things are said and done people will remember how you made them feel
we hold mirrors for each other and these reflections convince us that we are real
time is an imaginary concept that we use to delude ourselves that we can plan and control things
there is nothing but the turbulent and ever-present Now; there neither was no will be anything else
remind yourself often of the scale of things
insignificance is signficant
minds are mental landscapes
paint your foreground and background as a deliberate artist would
every output is invariably bounded by the state of the machine that produces it
the world is not a crafted wooden chair set in an architected gran plan
the world is the expansive roots and branches of a plant grown from the drifting oscillations of eternity