I Can No Longer Be Sure Whether

I Don't Think You Can Revive Traditions On Purpose.

The Character Truest To Itself Becomes Eccentric Rather Than Immovably Centered, As Emerson Defined The Noble Character Of The Hero. At The Edge, The Certainty Of Borders Gives Way. We Are More Subject To Invasions, Less Able To Mobilize Defenses, Less Sure Of Who We Really Are, Even As We May Be Perceived By Others As A Person Of Character. The Dislocation Of Self From Center To Indefinite Edge Merges Us More With The World, So That We Can Feel Blest By Everything.

In The Cosmology That's Behind Psychology, There Is No Reason For Anyone To Be Here Or Do Anything.

Just Stop For A Minute And You'll Realize You're Happy Just Being.

Just Stop For A Minute And You'll Realize You're Happy Just Being. I Think It's The Pursuit That Screws Up Happiness. If We Drop The Pursuit, It's Right Here.