You Have Won:
$0.
Sorry, better luck next year.
You Have Won:
$0.
Sorry, better luck next year.
The best writers are artists.
You can strip down and focus a poem until all that’s left is to draw a picture.
A dog’s just a hound
Until it’s a pet.
A drip’s just a drop
Until you’re all wet.
If you are ever asked of me that thought provoking question; “Describe him using one word”, and you can, I’m sorry.
Whenever you decide to do anything, you decide not to do everything else.
Resolved, never to walk near my wife without touching her, so long as it depends on me.
Cost aggressively, price competitively.
Are humans really so in need of companionship that they will pursue it in the form of one, or many, of something which requires the human for its basic needs? This is a giant logical maypole, weaving wants and needs, illusion and reality until they all end up at the bottom where the question is forced: “why do I pick up your feces?”
I was doing this today, and as I do, I wondered. Why am I so willing to keep this animal (a cat, in this case) in my home? Picking up the feces of another species has become normal. This behaviour is unique to humans, as far as I can think. We clean our children’s feces. We create an industry around the storage and disposal of the feces of animals. When did you get here?
Every piece of history is relevant, no matter how insignificant it seems, for that is how we measure what comes immediately afterwards.
It seems to me that successful people worry less about when they quit, and more about what they’ve done before they quit.