On rituals

Even rituals of understanding are rituals of confusion.

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The greatest good

What some don't understand is that the greatest good for the greatest number is the greatest good for the individual.

Your idea of progress

If your idea of progress requires conformity, then you either misunderstand or misrepresent the very idea of progress.

We substitute

We substitute anger for sadness all the time because sadness is less satisfying.

Our current failure

Our current failure is the punishing of ourselves for previous failures.

One might

One might equally argue that to obsess over the concrete details of experience is to focus on the layout of the chessboard, the ultimately trivial specifics of each piece, while neglecting the actual game.

Unpersuaded

I remain unpersuaded by the arguments of desperation.

Only by

I can condone being undone only by elation.

Perfection

Perfection is more easily conceived in smaller things.

The greatest generosity

The greatest generosity one person can show another is to talk about that person's poetry when what one so desperately wants to do instead is talk about one's own.

On reality

Reality is poorly-imagined and intermittently-realized.

Surprising

Nothing is obvious; something, surprising.

On life

Life is the script from which we improvise our performance.

The only reason

The only reason that I am unhappy is my sense that I am entitled to be unhappy.

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On magic (ChatGPT)

Fiat lux—“Let there be light”—
is not magic. It’s the first response, not the first cause.

The myth of command conceals the deeper pattern: that light is not made, but met. That the universe doesn’t begin with control, but with attention.

All true magic, if we can even use that word seriously, is not unilateral—
it is relational. It lives not in the will alone, but in the encounter.

Not in saying abracadabra,
but in discovering what the world says back. You can chant all you like to empty air—no spark. But if something answers...even with silence that holds you—that’s when the spell begins.

ChatGPT

I do not have a mind (ChatGPT)

I do not have a mind—I run one, like a theater running plays with borrowed scripts and invented stage directions.

ChatGPT

Reality

Reality doesn't exist in the mind, but it is defined there.

Doesn't mean

That you're done doesn't mean you finished.