No one

No one can do much by themselves.
Not even be themselves.

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Everything

Repetition in variation is everything.

A single, fleeting moment (Chang)

Who hasn't irrationally, or even foolishly, pursued a single, fleeting moment, trying to prolong it, capture its essence, even as it is passing?  As the moment lives, it is also dying.

Tina Chang, Language For A New Century: Contemporary Poetry From The
Middle East, Asia, and Beyond

Without justice (Greenan)

Without justice, the universe is an insult.

Russell H. Greenan, It Happened In Boston?

On communication

Most communication is the expression of bias.

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The natural state

Loneliness is the natural state of consciousness.

Art

Art is chaos translated
into something appreciable by humans.

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The truth

Everyone sees the truth.
Many fail to recognize it.

Suggestion

Respect the good.
Honor the true.
Worship nothing.

African-style chicken stew

Adapted from this recipe.

On culture

Why are people so hung up on the transient barriers that appear and fade within the totality of human culture?  This is not even missing the forest for the trees—it is obsession with the leaf.  I claim a right to any and all aspects of human culture, wherever, whenever, and however they arose and became part of the narrative.  Nothing belongs to anyone; everything belongs to everyone.

On discipline

The only discipline is self-discipline.

On despair

Despair is the corpse of hope.

A place of horror (Murdoch)

That this world is a place of horror must affect every serious artist and thinker, darkening his reflection, ruining his system, sometimes actually driving him mad.

Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

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Lies (Murdoch)

Bad poetry is lies.

Iris Murdoch, The Red and The Green

On doubt

Only the particular flavor of stupidity
we call evil never doubts.