Loneliness Is Everything It's Cracked Up To

I've Never Tried To Manipulate My Image.

I Found I Wasn't Asking Good Enough Questions Because I Assumed I Knew Something. I Would Box Them Into A Corner With A Badly Formed Question, And They Didn't Know How To Get Out Of It. Now, I Let Them Take Me Through It Step By Step, And I Listen.

For Me, I Find That Even Though I've Accomplished A Few Things In My Life, Looking Back On Accomplishments Doesn't Give Me A Sense Of Satisfaction.

I Still Don't Like The Word Agnostic. It's Too Fancy. I'm Simply Not A Believer. But, As Simple As This Notion Is, It Confuses Some People. Someone Wrote A Wikipedia Entry About Me, Identifying Me As An Atheist Because I'd Said In A Book I Wrote That I Wasn't A Believer. I Guess In A World Uncomfortable With Uncertainty, An Unbeliever Must Be An Atheist, And Possibly An Infidel. This Gets Us Back To That Most Pressing Of Human Questions: Why Do People Worry So Much About Other People's Holding Beliefs Other Than Their Own?

The Good Thing About Being A Hypocrite Is That You Get To Keep Your Values.