The Author Problem:
The better an idea, the more universally valid, the less any particular author can lay claim to it. So only the worst ideas herein can be credited to me.
I'm a sage trapped in a simpleton.
My earliest memory is of a sense of poignancy.
Like most people, I'm learning to love reality the hard way. But I've made some progress, and found that the love is mutual.
I have an unaccountable fondness for everyone I've ever met – even the people I don't like.
I'm likely the least welcome sort of spiritual advisor – giving words to the internal voice of wisdom we’re least likely to listen to.
Yet I persist in speaking for those harmonious lives that would one day exist, could we cherish now what we would be.