A parent is a pattern; a child is a sentinel.
Observe the fads; they come in plaids.
Live redundantly; die abundantly.
Love drapes us in ribbons; hate wraps us in stripes.
Patterns are a death march; they drive us to a common grave.
From a distance, life looks like a mosaic; up close, it’s more prosaic.
It’s one thing after another with your father and your mother.
Act, eat, rest, play — the rhythms of the everyday.
When heart and soul and mind align — sublime.
If your road is blocked by a pattern, run over it with a risk.
Modern Thought Proverbs, Aphorisms and Epigrams 