Don’t move, dynamite!

Sit, rot, move, do not.

Late in life, move to another country; it’s preparation.

Your friends are the people who help you move — the third time.

If someone aims at you, charge; if they fire, open your mouth; if they hit you spit the bullet out.

Sport is thought — in motion.

As a shadow follows the sun so one heart follows another.

The thing you won’t forget when you move is yourself.

Three things you should never move — a piano, a cow and an enemy.

The good life exits every corner accelerating.


A dog can easily learn to beg; a human being may find it almost impossible to learn to stop.

In the rubble of every disaster wanders a child in need of a beggar.

Beg often; ask to be made more generous.

In an unjust world, not begging on behalf of the starving is inappropriate.

Everyone begs; not everyone admits it.

At the end of begging lies the beginning of responsibility.

Con men always beg with the same lie; they only need enough to …

A beggar will give you the shirt off his back, and then beg for another.

Asking becomes begging  —  the third time.

Responsibility begs for proximity to poverty.

Only braggarts best beggars at begging.

Begging is not nothing asking someone for something; it is someone asking someone for some.

To beg is to confess to powerlessness; to give is to validate it.

Wisdom thinks with its gut and acts with its heart.

Interior wisdom accepts exterior faults.

For social healing, submit your soul to interior traction.

Look within to understand without

As marine fossils grace the peaks of the Alps, so gentleness graces the summit of maturity.

Human emotions are an app in need of a continual update.

Shame is a lion in an unlocked cage.

Congruity = interiority + exteriority².

The continent of the soul slides on a molten core of emotion.

Imagination colors our sketches; emotion fill in our thoughts.

There is no interiority, only reality crossing imaginary lines.

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Posted: September 24, 2012 in passion

Passion’s fruit – a root, a hoot.

Passion pays what indifference owes.

Passion is a water fall; the mind goes over it in a barrel.

Passion is a rocket fuel — hot, fast and volatile.

The fashion of passion is decked out in action.

Passion is reason — on vacation.

Too kind is blind.

Passion is always in fashion.

War is a crime of passion.

Reason sways minds; passion wins hearts.

Passion posts a tirade on Facebook; reason publishes a paper with endnotes.

Passion is an engine, reason is a steering wheel.

A compliment is just a lie, all dressed up in a suit and tie.

The most dangerous beguiles lie in our smiles.

Liars first fool themselves.

A pinch of mendacity, a dash of veracity, fool even those with the greatest sagacity.

Lies are the lipstick of social discourse.

Private lies hide within the wardrobes of public ceremonies.

The deceptions of leaders who lie in wait, do nothing for them when they lie in state.

To habitually lie, easy; to habitually tell the truth — impossible.

A high, a lie; a lie, a high.

Our lies over-estimate ourselves; they under-estimate others.

An exposed lie has all the grace and elegance of a DUI.

When we smile at our enemies, we harm ourselves.

Lies arrest what the truth bails out.

The most dangerous liars are those who are convinced they are telling the truth.

Disaffection’s indirection is the harmed soul’s predilection.

A lie is for the moment; a truth is for a lifetime.

To cure a liar takes a fire.

He who dies with the most toys will do the most cleaning up in heaven.

A toy is reality, with no claws.

Play heals us from work and work from a severe case of toys.

Imagination needs no toys.

Every boy would be a toy and every girl would take a twirl.

A stuffed animal becomes a pet, a doll becomes a baby,  and a toy soldier … a statistic.

We fly kites because we long to be birds.

Middle class children and middle class seniors have this in common — excessive toys.

The doll created gender.

The Chinese are Santa’s new elves.

Puzzles are fun, when they are won.

When we can no longer play with toys, we have begun to die.


Not deciding decides.

Not deciding puts on a straight jacket and jumps into a fast river.

Maturity owns what immaturity chose.

To whine is wine.

Action — it’s redaction.

Choose what you have.

To conquer is to destroy.

Ads thresh decisions.

Someone else may choose your fate, but you choose your response.

Dalliance is ephemeral; choosing is eternal.

To decide that there are no choices is to make a clear choice.

To raise ingenious children, ask them to fix things; don’t give them tools.

A hammer is anything bigger than what you want to pound.

The fool’s tool is police rule.

The plough is better than the sword, unless you are being charged with a knife.

You shall know the tool, and the tool shall set you free.

The right tools, the fixer rules.

To love your neighbor is to become a Swiss Army knife.

Decadent makes no repairs.

A wise father gives his children his tools before he dies; a very wise father shows them how to use them.

As long as there is a tool, there is a weapon.

When a person decides to be a tool, don’t present yourself as in need of repair.

A TV show is an easy chair to a tired mind.

A child without a TV is like a horse without a tennis racket.

When the TV is talks, the family doesn’t.

As a vampire lives on blood, so televisions live on juicy stories.

Documentary TV is a plane ticket to another’s world.

Reality is to TV as paper is to shredder.

The TV invented the refrigerator, also the vegetable and the potato.

The ancient Greeks had gods, the modern world has TV.

TV cameras seem to only work on funny, witty and beautiful people.

The smart phone swallowed the computer and the TV; next it will inhale the wallet.

If you don’t turn off the TV, the scenery will never change.

To cure a flat screen take one natural scene, with water.

Those we love we make famous to ourselves.

Fame is exhausting; obscurity is completely so.

Better to be unknown for being good than famous for being worthless.

I make it my rule to never be more famous to others than I am to myself.

The famous wait for encores; the rest of us are just hoping for cheap seats.

To peak too early is to fall too long.

Obscurity is better than infamy — less prison time.

Everyone is the most famous version of themselves.

To sustain the game is the bane of fame.

I find that when I am very zealous, others are very jealous.

We are each the most famous person we know.

Guard your heart by giving small regard to insults, and to compliments.

 

Courts have powers; they make minutes long hours.

A ruling’s a breeze, when there’s someone to please.

Everyone lies in court, but not everyone gets up and admits it.

A criminal case — no place for race.

Injustice runs, justice crawls, the people wait.

A job, a deal and court snow — it really matters who you know.

Courts aren’t about justice; they’re about resolution.

A client is a person seeking a ruling, an attorney a person who knows the rules.

Outside the stately place decides the case.

An emotional judge, a broken track — there’s going to be a bad train wreck.

The rich always defeat the poor; they outlast them with money.

If you give me a judge, I owe you a ship.

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.

Underfoot beats over-the-top.

The goal of life is to do good not simply appear good.

Hidden good is good, good; we beg the lot of you to keep your clothes on.

Appearing in public is overrated; not appearing is over-hated.

Vanity knows no privacy.

Watch the call; miss the ball.

All organizations exist to prove something — that the founder is worthy of being loved.

Vanity is porn; it traffics in self-scorn.

Integrity lies in doing the right thing when no one is watching.

Fools go to a wedding to be seen; the wise go to eat someone else’s food.

In the exact moment of meeting, we decide the other’s  fate.

We blotch what we don’t watch.

Live, don’t merely appear.

You’ve begun, when you don’t tell what you’ve done.

When you stop caring how you look, please stay home for the sake of everyone else.

We wonder and thunder until we blunder.

Humility has the opportunity to retain a bit of mystery.

A theory — it’s an admission of a mystery.

Mystery is a category within science — and marriage.

What people understand the least they talk about the most.

Everyday we slap mystery in the face; we do it with a backhand of boredom.

What may never be understood may yet be loved.

A murder is never a mystery; one person always knows who did it.

The greatest unknown is in the closest thing.

We explain; divine eyes roll.

A proverb is a bluster, a saying a mere feather duster.

God hides; this give us a chance to seek.

Girls mastermind their weddings; men mind their wedding’s master.

Bridesmaid’s dresses are designed to ensure there are no ugly brides.

Wedding debt is no safe bet.

Wedlock, load — don’t shoot.

A flower girl is like a drunk; she may or may not make it down the aisle.

At the father-daughter dance laughter and tears sway together.

Loyalty solemnizes marriage.

A wedding dress; girl frosting.

The most beautiful thing at a wedding is a couple in the back who have been married for sixty years.

Waiting for the meal after the wedding is like waiting for the second coming; you know it will come but not the hour or the day.

A we-fell-in-love wedding is as weak as two people; an arranged marriage is as strong as two families.

We marry before the ceremony; we divorce before the paperwork.

A wedding is kindling, marriage blazing fire.

India gave us zero and it turned out to be a lot.

When the noses God gave us were lost, India invented more.

All India is the gift of the Himalayas.

A river, a monsoon and a bride are the treasures of India.

A unified India was the great dream of civilization; the partition of India, the proof that we are yet an uncivilized world.

India is sugar and spice — curry, coriander, ginger, garlic, chili pepper, cinnamon, clove, cardamom, cumin, nutmeg — and every spice nice.

Harappa and Mohenjo Daro – the good life has always been defined by good shelter, plenty of food and an indoor bathroom.

Class lines, status markers, the oppression of the poor — all the world trafficks in caste.

Many religions have laid waste to people, but Hinduism has recycled them all.

There are sacred cows, but what is sacred is never cowed.

Siddhartha taught India to love, Ashoka taught them kindness, Chandra Gupta taught them art, the British taught them hatred and Ghandi taught them to love again.

Each family of the earth is its own curry and the recipe resides in their love for each other.

India has gorgeous reds and stunning oranges but its dark skin tones are its most beautiful colors.

India has survived de-Indiafication.

Greatness lies in going home with no medals and living like an Olympic champion.

Even participating in the Olympics is winning.

To win for yourself is good; for your people better; to inspire the world — best.

Gold is cold, but taut is hot.

You can lose weight just watching the Olympics — and running.

Gold medalists all wait train.

A positive attitude bests a positive test.

Starting leads to finishing.

One competes for glory, another to feed a family — and glory.

To have failed others and still believe in yourself is to defend your own gold.

Winning is training, passion and gift.

Mettle may win a medal, but love smelts a heart of gold.

When a double amputee runs in the Olympics we are all reminded to stop whining.

The greatest Olympian is the one who inspires the next generation the most.

The fastest man in the world is a moving target.

The Olympics are the world’s greatest sporting events, and a lot of showing off.

Life should be lived like an Olympic attempt– a sprint, a long jump, a hard landing and a cheer — no medal.

Inspect before you elect.

Voting is wise guessing.

Politics an animal, the populace its teeth, election its muzzle.

Voting will increase when not voting becomes painful enough.

We elect what we like in ourselves; we impeach what we don’t.

Good public service is like good tennis — you serve within the lines.

A politician is like a pick pocket; you don’t know you’ve been had until their gone.

The idea of a Presidency was invented by the first tallest man.

What one must do to get elected usually disqualifies one from being elected.

To compare a campaign promise to a soap bubble is to gravely insult soap.

We vociferously condemn politicians for their immoralities because they have exposed our own.

Politicians — what we don’t know they won’t no.

Rejection by election beats correction by insurrection.

Going to the polls is like going to the mall — except you don’t get to try them on first.

Representative government exists because of laziness, class prejudice and the slowness of the horse.

Elections are magic shows where the rich fool the poor into thinking they are the same person.

The Vice Presidency is like the witness protection program — you disappear.

I know of nothing more hilarious, more entertaining while eating a hot dog, more reminiscent of  our apple-pied past, and yet more powerful in motivating me to set off on my evening stroll into fresh air, than watching the lies told by politicians about each other during a well-contested, televised  American national election.
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Murder solves problems, while creating other various and sundry nuisances.

Murder works, but what does one do with the bodies?

Before shooting someone x-ray them, you may not need bother.

All it takes to entertain Americans is a detective, a murder and a free evening.

Murder is among civilization’s most enduring and popular past times.

Words murder the reputations of those who misuse them

Doing nothing for too long will assassinate doing anything — forever.

Hickory, dickory, dock, murder runs down the clock.

Mass murder morphs from mass rejection.

Hate — thy name is genocide.

Even a man who is pure in heart, and says his prayers at night, may become a homicide when a 45 booms and the moon is out of sight.

In the end, the murder of murder will be the world’s final murder.

Young leaders need only wait; time eventually assassinates all the old ones.

Every organization has the same problem — what to do with all the bodies.

Organizations come and go; the good they do comes and stays.

Success has archives, failure only bad memories.

Within organizations, language is reality.

Clothes may make the man, but impoverished children and women make the clothes.

The primary function of organizations is to make people wait.

Policy and protocol are the favorite sons of old organizations.

An organization’s culture isn’t a slogan; its a behavior.

Organizations and planets have this in common; they tend to turn on their founders.

An organization is a concept becoming a reality.

Business’s magic trick is to make big what it keeps small.

Two things an organization hates: an unfinished start.

Three things we hate, even one we deplore: the big boss who won’t stop working, the big cheese who won’t share the power, and the big dog who gobbles all the goodies.