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Superb talent is everywhere; scouts, however, are super rare.

Talent is a gift; its development — grueling.

Aptitude is half attitude.

Life isn’t a talent show; it’s a helping match.

A great show of talent is overrated; a great show of love isn’t.

Humanity is overflowing with an amazing talent for astonishingly average performances.

Superstars are super-rare; super-so-so is everywhere.

Luck invented awards; effort made them seem legitimate.

It’s modernly gallant to honor non-talent.

When talent meets luck a star is born; so is a supernova.

The talent show was invented by the overly valiant.

Life has a forte, for effortless morte.



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C. arabica is the divinus stimulatica.

The gods eat ambrosia, with coffee.

Because God loves us, he gave us sex — so there would be more people to drink coffee with.

Wisdom invented silence; coffee restored sociability.

At the heart of every great city is a superb coffee shop.

We are scholars because, the coffee has buzz.

A mad scientist who hated aroma, body, flavor and the human race invented instant coffee.

An equator made a bean; a mountain perfected it.

It’s the Joe that makes us go and the jolt that makes us bolt.

Yemen is is always to be loved, for giving us coffee.

Sheikh Omar may have cured with prayer, but he was cured with coffee.

The Greeks may have invented democracy, but coffee gave it energy.



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A city isn’t a check list of sites; it’s a labyrinth of wonders.

A city is a pastry shop a short stroll from a bed.

Our insanity lies in building up a city for centuries and bombing it to pieces in a single season.

It’s a pity to shun a city; its an effrontery to shun the country.

The county is a miracle, the city a miracle worker.

A park puts the country in the city.

Clothes don’t really make the man, and buildings don’t define the city.

Get high; see the cities from the sky.

There are two ways to make a neighborhood beautiful: theme the buildings; fill them with diversity.

You can take the man out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of the man.

Cities remind us that our identities are unique, and collective.



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To howl for loss of grip is hip, but lip may also spring from minds blue chip.

Oppression creates a howl, then shoots it for howling.

War from howling, peace from listening.

Our best howls proceed from our deepest loves.

Two howls are hip — one mild, one explicit.

Debauchery and righteousness share one thing — the right to howl.

A howl announces pain; a whisper ushers in healing.

The young prowl, row and howl; the old settle in and growl.

Silence is a personal form of howling.

To speak the truth; honor the howl within.



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“Hi” is fly and “My-oh-my.”

Time hides in “hi” eternally.

Every “hi” hides a goodbye.

It takes goodbye to get to “Hi!”

Every hello affords such a fine opportunity to fall in love.

The incarnation was God’s divine “Hi.”

Hi’s the first fine bow to low.

Life runs towards death so every arriving is a step towards departing.

To skip the respect afforded by”Hi” is to take the first step toward misunderstanding, hatred and violence.

Every mind-breaking, heart-stopping leaving contains the volcanic power of a new beginning.

Nothing less than an eye-to-eye, no-holds-barred, totally adoring, “Hi!” is how we should meet everyone always.



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Doctors dare to harm to heal.

To heal a cell it takes a city.

Patients point; doctors anoint.

The doc’s finesse is partially guess.

To set a bone is half-aware, to sooth the soul — fully there.

The very first to do no harm is the first to not alarm.

Good doctors make poor patients; good patients, poor doctors.

The best knowing includes knowing what we don’t know.

A doctor away keeps contagion at bay.

Good doctors advance toward disease and retreat from themselves.

A doctor has a house; a fee has an etiology.

Symptoms conceal sources.

As study goes before a license, so a question goes before an answer.

A doctor mends, death grins, God wins.



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The wise don’t muffle every kerfluffle.

A din begins within and dies without.

Out of a foolish uproar, the wise craft a door.

Fuss if you must — then hush.

Invite every emotion to dinner; don’t give it a knife.

A well-managed conflict prevents a devastating war.

The fool’s error becomes a furor, and then it turns into a mirror.

Democracy sprouts a brouhaha and blooms a la-la-la.

Locomotions cause commotions; inner quiets heal all riots.

Love ends every hate well.



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Carefree is me flown free from thee.

It is a sin to care too much.

To obtain wisdom, practice profound skipping and hopping.

The soul juvenescent remains reviviscent.

Insouciance knows only its own approval.

The bon vivant are nonchalant.

Serene cares nothing for something.

Care is never free.

Unshriven trusts more than blithely forgiven.

Rectitude is paranoia, insouciance a metanoia.

Worry is poison, insouciance medicine.



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Politics is a lot of flapdoodle with equal amounts flap and doodle.

Humanity’s inanity is gentrified by vanity.

A critique of you-not-me, has all the marks of malarkey.

Drivel, bull and balderdash, add gobbledygook, make hooey hash.

Collaboration is the whole kit and caboodle; flapdoodle is just the view from a single noodle.

Flap has the clap and needs to nap.

Claptrap functions as a petty satrap.

Infinite is guff, until it meets with quite enough.

Flap is storm surf, silence sets of glassy combers.



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God made dice, then he made men and women.

A plan may please a clan, but chance will make them dance.

Patterns lull us to sleep; randomness startles us awake.

Death adores luck.

Luck good, skill better, both best.

All success is spawned in a muddy pool of chance.

The random never ride tandem.

If random all, then flee the hall.

Skill is an amulet; it wards off luck.

Chance births despair, and joy.

Chance is God’s antidote for pride.

God will never dance to chance.



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Ancient craft loved proportion; modern art prefers distortion.

Upbraid your mate and twist your fate.

To communicate subtlely, you must distort greatly.

What deforms also reforms.

The mind twists upon itself and straightens upon others.

The humble can quickly be set straight; the proud wait until it’s too late.

We will act out every distortion of ourselves that we believe to be true.

Dysmorphia is everywhere; symmetry is very rare.

Perfectionism is a branch of perversion; happily flawed is an subcategory of moral wholeness.

Faces contort; theories distort.



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Lines form; minds swarm.

A line is an idea; a person is a reality.

Innovation is the mother of the line; conventionality is it’s father.

A line is a kind of order; cutting the line is a kind of tyranny.

A queue by any other name is still a stew.

A dot is a line forming.

Create a line item; fund a future.

The line created civilization, and then it destroyed it.

A map needs a line; a soul needs a space.



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A wise choice mends a foolish ambiguity.

Every good choice is a steer; every apathetic pause is a veer.

Choose loss — advance!

A bad choice can make for a long wait.

When I choose you, I choose me.

Choosing oneself is first; choosing another follows.

Every choice cuts a new key.

A herd exists; an individual chooses.

To let go, charge!

Inside of a choice is an order; inside of a hesitation is a chaos.



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The mind is a mud pot — disturbed a whole lot.

Civilization was built upon a dream; earth was made with Travertine.

Affection is a steam vent; love is magma.

Follow Old Faithful; go off in a predictable fashion.

The biosphere is super dear; Thermus aquaticus is a divine enzymaticus.

Earth’s fissures open earth’s door; broken hearts open the soul’s core.

A powerful human is a geyser heated by a molten core.

Language is silica; it builds a geyser cone for the display of truth.

Cats are thermophilia with a purr, dogs thermophilia in a whir.

Synechnocccus is a super hot Bacchus.



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Go fishing often, sometimes use tackle.

Some men know they are fishing; all women do.

A good mend makes a good end.

A trout is just a catfish with a college education.

As a fish thanks the Cambrian, so the angler thanks the fish.

Tramp past all the fools, skip the school boy pools.

Mend a line; hook a mind.

As the cutthroat hits the fly; so the middle class rush to the dictionary.

Many men go fishing all their lives; what they don’t know is that they are trying to catch Thoreau.

Dating is catch and release; marriage is fetch and beseech.

Adjust — you’ll catch more fish.



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Low fences make good neighbors.

A wall is civilization with little love in it.

Wealth invented the fence; poverty popularized it.

The wall that protects isolates.

A child must learn to put up walls; an adult must learn to take them down.

At the edge of me lies the beginning of you.

My skin is a border I asked the world to respect.

Hatred invented borders; fear erected walls on them.

What keeps the cats in keeps the rats out.

We teach daughters to put up walls, sons to knock them down.

The highest wall exists within the weakest soul.



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Hug every thug; smooch every mug.

Eye to eye can tell a lie, but cheek-to-cheek knows no oblique.

Social scruple is occlusal.

Every loneliness needs a family, and every family craves a bit of loneliness.

Great families arrest the development of their children; they stunt the progression of their selfishness.

Kin resides down deep below the skin.

To be successfully social make a public betrothal.

Affirmation is a subtle shade of love.

The host must pray and pay the most.

Upon sight babies and parents bond; after that it’s a choice.

Guest is a state of happy rest.

The garden is the cure; the boardroom is the disease.



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A leader’s second greatest virtue is patience; the first is impatience.

Frequence rules; sequence follows.

Lead a thirsty horse to water; he’ll drink.

Cure mediocrity; lead people to do what’s impossible.

What doesn’t work leads us to what does.

Followers see a lot of work, leaders a lot of worth.

The best leader is the worst follower.

To lead one must know when to recede.

The greatest leaders celebrate their weakest followers.

To benefit others, do what doesn’t benefit you.



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Snarl be done; laugh be one.

False divides; true, with all the true resides.

Great teams traffic in great trust.

Unity is a decision to forego something great for something greater.

A mouth begins a war; an ear begins a peace.

A man may join a school of fish; a fish may not join a school of men.

Humility gives unity its divine miscibility.

Forgive unite; begrudge benight.

The best -ologies ends the worst -isms.

Respect is a staging area for unity.

Discord is balk, squawk and mock; unity is a quiet, arm-in-arm walk.



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Feeling is good for healing.

Mic your head; hear your heart.

I feel, I love, I love therefore I feel.

Feelings are traffic lights — run them, risk them.

Fame and shame snort the same cocaine.

Feelings are full of false threats; reality packs an emotional knockout punch.

Thinkers error; feelers beware.

Feelings are like adult children; they keep moving back home.

Think in the face of irrationality; feel within the eye of the emotional storm.

Our real faces surface in the safest places.

No emotion performs alone; all sing and dance within the great choral entourage of feeling.


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