First know, then so.

After the invention of “no,” came “so.”

So is home, no alone.

If so then go.

“So!” — it’s blow.

“So there!” — beware.

“So?” — that’s a no go.

“So!” fast, ignores the past.

So — plus as — refines like jazz.

To emphasize, refer, compare, little so is everywhere.


Defeat your oppressor; use grace — and some pressure.

What saves us is grace, from relational mace.

Humor is the highest form of grace.

Too much grace and they’ll clear out the place.

The art is grace, with a straight face.

The truth is raspy; grace quite ghastly.

Quality not grace, defines the workplace.

Grace isn’t equilibrium; it spins within declivium.

Grace lifts the place, raises the face.

There, but for the grace of God, go the successful.

Proverbs — grace shards.

All recruitment is ensuitment.

We recruit the poor to fight the war.

An all-volunteer force isn’t all, nor is it voluntary.

A strong dose of ideology, fatal to biology.

We best volunteer for what best volunteers for us.

Words create volunteers; trivia erases words.

Volunteers are often quite skilled, at not showing up.

Volunteer: “Here, here! Yes sir!”

Perfect your career, volunteer.

Serve with nerve, give back with verve.

First there was a gift, then there was a market.

The weight created confidence; the measure created fairness.

Stock market, pocket rocket.

Build community; shop at farmer’s markets, stop at lemonade stands.

Avoid harkening to affiliate marketing.

Every market hides a carcass.

Build unity; shop your community.

Beware the bot in your market.

We give charity; we shop verity.

We regulate what we can’t trust.

The great exchange is love, not goods and services.

Strangers heal us; friends leave us the way we are.

Get an education; sit at the feet of strangers.

Adventure out often; engage the most exotic person in the room.

Strange behaviors, the domain of the neighbors.

Most strange is the familiar.

Change is a common kind of strange.

Today’s stranger, tomorrow’s Park Ranger.

Insane is the strange we can’t reframe.

Relational friction is weirder than fiction.

The common perception that strangers are disinterested preserves the illusion of public safety.

Guilt is ground floor; shame is three levels down, low ceilings.

Shame gnaws on itself; it is devoured by love.

Shame is smack and emo-crack.

There is no shame in crying; there may be in not.

Innocence blushes, debauchery shushes.

Guilt by exam; shame by ”I am.”

Run and shun humiliation.

Shame is a dark cave, acceptance bright sky.

There is no gain in blame’s dark shame.

Shame is heart junk and soul gunk.

Ward off shame; keep your arms wrapped around yourself.

Records rot; memories clot.

Existence leaves its print; time erases it.

A foment makes a record; a format makes a document.

Documents get you in the door; records get you up a floor.

Birth creates a record; love makes a life.

A document is a glory; a record is a story

Documents and records ice; story, poem and novel dice.

Records cow; people awe.

Archives rule worlds.

Lives are best recorded by loves.

Once we had friends, now we have networks.

Networking is best achieved by not working.

Networks increase net worth.

To social network is skillful fret work.

Network to find a wife; unhook to keep her.

Beset to get the net mindset.

Social networking is a form of bragging — and nagging.

Networks promote shirking, also lurking, twerking and berserking.

To mingle web-mix, to tingle net-nix.

Hits are not friends; likes are not achievements.

Relax vigorously; rest strenuously.

Time calms all cares and soothes all calamities.

Upset; closet.

Voluntary quiescence, the soul’s convalescence.

Quietude is nurtured by gratitude.

Loiter quasi-semi-productively.

Quiescence has no voice; offended makes another choice.

Scale cessation; summit contentment.

Downtime is the slothful machine which churns out uptime.

Persistent sameness trends toward saneness.

Serenity sails softly within the quiet cove of similarity.

Nurture dreaminess; stay in a job you don’t like.

We most attack what we least understand.

The spared grieve; they weren’t taken.

We hurt fast and heal slow.

The attacked lack safety’s soft salvific sack.

Rejection hatches psychopaths; shame catapults them into the horror.

A long, dark story precedes every assault on the innocent.

Deadly signs lurk in troubled minds.

Discern the lack; prevent attack.

Insecurity is the persistent attack that never comes.

Insane, we maul; in vain we crawl.

Talking prevents attacking.

The need for security began with the first relationship; it will end with the last one.

Security lies in love — and encryption.

If you love it, hide it!

Everyone is made from the stolen parts of others.

The handshake was replaced by the alphabet.

No harm; no alarm.

A good name is nothing; secure biometrics, everything.

Completely secure your accounts — close them.

Hunger invented a security system; avarice perfected it.

A breech will screech.

Security has no surety.

Hacks prefer packs.

Benchmarks empty wallets.

Upgrade your tech; downgrade your net.

Upgrade; you’re made.

Consumer tiers, maintained by fears.

Apex predators upgrade through their creditors.

Youth upgrades; age downsizes.

The latest upgrade creates another version of the oldest hierarchy.

Upgrade — to humility.

Usability drives an upgrade; fashionability sells it.

You can sell an upgrade to too many people too much of the time.

Nothing complains like helplessness.

The helpless help less.

Helplessness is schooled by hopelessness.

We are born helpless; we die helped.

Helplessness is a choice — until it isn’t.

By claiming we can’t, we avoid we can.

Helping increases helplessness.

Help less; empower more.

The tongue helps, but not like the ear.

By accepting help we avoid helplessness.

Poison is subtle, before it is trouble.

The production of Sarin is the proof of evil.

Easy to make; hard to shake.

The poison sets in the instant we begin to despise each other.

Massively poison your enemies with love.

Revenge is rat poison; it kills the rat killers.

We poison ourselves gradually with constant, tiny, bitter doses of self-judgment.

Jealousy is Arsenic, but backstabbing is Ricin.

Poison all husbands with empathy, all wives with understanding.

Poison brain — the world’s refrain.

The human brain was the lab in which the first poison was manufactured.

The next quest lies in the next question.

Exploration was the first discovery.

The next find is in the next try.

Exploration takes courage — and funding.

Two passions fuel all explorers: craving and braving.

To quest or rest, roam or go home?

Exploration is gambling, on rambling.

We venture out to wade back in.

Space and sea decree gutsy.

Boredom discovered the new world; fascination explored it.

The brain is deeper that the sea; consciousness is deeper than space.

Blessed are the undiscovered.

Greatness originates in smallness.

Succeed lowly.

Great packs weight.

To achieve greatly isn’t enoughly.

They’ll make you great when they close their eyes.

Achievement is best sustained by naps.

Greatness blocks awareness of our leastness.

When they call you great, they have mistaken you for someone else.

It is a greatness to steward our smallness.

Great must wait and wait.

We shrink from our own greatness because we don’t wish to be responsible for it.

Nothing endures like helplessness.

Not quitting is it’s own reward.

If brooding keep moving.

To get this, quit that.

Slog the bog.

A slow mixer beats a quick fixer.

Upon stopping, start.

Failure opens opportunity.

Sleeping is a form of enduring.

Endure what you can’t; quit what you can.

Blessed are the enduring for they shall receive endurance.

Live slowly, die quickly, depart softly.

We deteriorate slowly and rest in pieces.

Garner sympathy; linger longly.

When you buy the farm, they’ll sell the house.

We celebrate lives to avoid thinking about deaths.

With fest and jest we’re laid to rest.

Gone on to a better place is an assumption few wish to test.

Bite the dust here; spit it out there.

Die with your truths on.

Food for worms; companions for the angels.

Those no longer with us anymore party on a distant shore.

Gardens sooth cities.

Flowers save us from sameness.

Mud for the boys; bouquets for the poised.

Flowers and honey work for the money.

An orchard is a wilderness, laid out in rows.

We arrived with the flowers; surrounded by them we depart.

Bt, temporarily.

GM — diversity’s end.

Storm, drought, bug, blight, every garden is a fright.

A garden is a complexity, dressed without perplexity.

Semper Augustus may finally disgust us.

All gardens dance to chance, and prance to wind and rain.

Rows rule the rabble.

Lines dominate the living.

Order wants a border.

Clutter needs a closet; conflict needs a conversation.

Order is freedom; freedom is orderly.

Virtue has a pattern; so does evil.

Make your bed; set your destiny.

Take charge of yourself so no one else has to.

The primordial chaos was eaten by the alphabet.

Two errors: too much control, none.

Civilization began in a garden; it will end in space.