philosophical

Don't think about the things that made you to think and think and think...

Night sometimes lends such tragic assistance to catastrophe.

Life is science.

The world begins anew with every birth, my father used to say. He forgot to say, with every death it ends. Or did not think he needed to. Because for a goodly part of his life he worked in a graveyard.

If you think like others, how can you be sure you're thinking at all?

Maybe God left it up to people to develop the ability to bring back Christ into their lives. Maybe God wanted us to invent our own savior when we were ready. When we need it most. Denny says maybe it's up to us to create our own messiah. To save ourselves.

Ideas are like wine. They get better when they have time to mature.

[V]alue your dreams but . . . be wary of them also, . . . look for integrity in unusual places.

And everything was made of paper: sentences, pardons, pleas, bad records, demerits, proof of guilt, but never, it seemed, proof of innocence. If there were no paper, Carter felt, the entire judicial system would collapse and disappear.

Enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It__ seeing through the facade of pretense. It__ the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.

Hope is the privilege of the weak.

Eventlessness has no post to drape duration on.

No real excellence, personal or social, artistic, philosophical, scientific, or moral, can arise without solitude.

Time in the most powerful thing.Not money, not power, not hope.A person can have everything theydesire but without time they are,all useless.

The meaning of existence is that you have simply existed at all.

In the vast spectrum of space-time__ coeternal continuum, I am but a glint of bundled energy held together by the translucent fiber of creative consciousness. The misty dew of private thoughts that inhabit my streaky underworld briefly forms a splintery part of the glittering arena of the cosmos. In the ether-like dawn of my awakening, my minuscule arch appears intravenously injected amid the dark matter of the nightscape. Reminiscent of the morning__ dew, my comet__ tailed reflection disintegrates and dissipates without a lasting trace in the dawn of a new age. I shall never wholly cease to exist, since my filtrate potentiality _ a trace of my essence _ remains suspended forevermore in celestial wonderment.

Helen stared at him "How do you do that? How do you figure everything out so quickly?""You may be all-powerful, but nothing beats plain old logic." He smiled at her

Human beings have never agreed whether or not there is only one universal or sacred divine entity in a supposedly glorious and transcendent place.