I am a wheel sent rolling. I stop when I stop. Perhaps whatever set me in motion will set me rolling again. How can a wheel know such things?

People love when you will drop everything for them. Therefore, you should plan times to look busy, when they are near, so you can share their joy for the time you sacrifice in their name.

The world is just another speck in the petri dish. Why do I feel so important?

Every foil is the protagonist in their own story.

If there is a God, and if He is my Father, I suspect He is sad because I am very far away. I do not even believe He exists. But I think He may also be proud, because, like many distant sons, my work is often closer to my Father’s than I would care to admit.

Perhaps humans’ greatest adaptation is our ability to adopt the values best suited to our environment.

The lion, the horse, the dog. They are all governed by their passions. What they love they crave, and what they crave they pursue.

The swine, man’s kindred, may choose if he prefers meat or veg, but only we may choose more than fish or beef. Loyal or disloyal, honest or false, loving or cruel, we are free to accommodate our environments.

We live as molecules of an explosion. We perceive our moment of energy in slow motion.

In the absence of a struggles outside, a person will find struggles within. The person who chooses not to occupy their time struggling with the world outside will inevitably encounter their self within.

The only time I don’t think about dying is when I’m in danger.

Every day I fear death a little less. I look back and recognize that I have died many times before and will many times again before I shed this line of consciousness. Each day, I wake a slightly altered incarnation of the person I was the night before. Looking back, I struggle to comprehend the child I was – a person who is certainly dead now – but for the ripples he left in the ever-flowing memories of those who remember him.