Unfortunately Our Nation, Nay, Our World, Is

All Living Things Are Gnarly, In That They Inevitably Do Things That Are Much More Complex Than One Might Have Expected.

Our Bodies Are The Time Machine.

It's A Waste To Chase The Pipe Dream Of A Magical Tiny Theory That Allows Us To Make Quick And Detailed Calculations About The Future. We Can't Predict And We Can't Control. To Accept This Can Be A Source Of Liberation And Inner Peace. We're Part Of The Unfolding World, Surfing The Chaotic Waves.

I Like A Book Better If I Can't Predict What's Going To Happen.

It's Soothing To Realize That My Mind's Processes Are Inherently Uncontrollable.