The World Is Out There, But Descriptions

Always Strive To Excel, But Only On Weekends.

My Sense Of The Holy Is Bound Up With The Hope That Some Day My Remote Descendants Will Live In A Global Civilization In Which Love Is Pretty Much The Only Law.

What Sort Of World Can We Prepare For Our Great Grandchildren?

"true" Resembles... A Compliment Paid To Sentences That Seem To Be Paying Their Way And That Fit In With Other Sentences Which Are Doing So.

To Abjure The Notion Of The Truly Human Is To Abjure The Attempt To Divinize The Self As A Replacement For A Divinized World.