You bet your bottom dollar I’ll bet the bottom of my heart
Mid-life crisis: the failure to start hoping you don’t get what you want
Like everyone else I dealt with My anonymity By becoming A recluse
The only stipulation they put on our capitulation was against any abrogation in accepting their congratulations
It turns out that the afterlife is only as long as you can keep the exit interview go…
As the enormous asteroid hurtled toward Earth I found myself working harder than ever
The time is right When we realize The price is right What is the price? If you have to ask
If we rest on Shabbos Then sleep alone isn’t rest– It is To borrow a phrase from Freud The dream work
The last waltz isn’t over until they come waltzing back in
It’s almost impossible to tell the difference between self-effacement and self-abasement In the former he stays down to earth
We fear that the long game Is a long, lost game Because we find ourselves lost Forgetting how, on the surface of… We can plow forward in trust
People tend to be wrong and through their errors get closer to the truth This is known as freedom The most sacred narratives
We lost our way when we ran out of time and into eternity because space without time
Self-discipline is The only real self-indulgence Everything else is self-abnegation
I never really knew what postmodern meant until I moved to the internet when from time to time
