Life Is Lumpy. And A Lump In

Clean Up Your Own Mess.

To Ponder Is Not To Brood Or Grieve Or Even Meditate. It Is To Wonder At A Deep Level.

I Often Say That I Don't Worry About The Meaning Of Life-i Can't Handle That Big Stuff. What Concerns Me Is The Meaning In Life-day By Day, Hour By Hour, While I'm Doing Whatever It Is I Do. What Counts Is Not What I Do, But How I Think About Myself While I'm Doing It.

All I Really Need To Know... I Learned In Kindergarten.

We Even Make Ourselves Up, Fusing What We Are With What We Wish Into What We Must Become. I'm Not Sure Why It Must Be So, But It Is.