The wise take refuge in simplicity.
To calm, quiet.
Scrap, then nap.
No sweat, no get.
Love, don’t hate, simplificate.
Facile is unreal.
For haute couture dress simpler.
To fade away is child’s play; it’s harder to stay in the fray.
The mind makes simple reality’s wrinkle.
The simplest tool empowers even the fool.
If time’s pinch or space’s inch do not suffice, then while or mile must take their place.
Avoid memes; trust personal dreams.
No vision; no decision.
Without a vision the steeples perish.
Seeing is not believing; seeing is simply one litmus test for believing.
To value a person discover the future within them.
A vision may apprehend the future, but a plan will accomplish it.
As the migratory bird follows the sun, so the rhino follows the vision.
The almighty clam siphons vision’s shazam.
The further up one is in an organization the further ahead one must see.
Even the most visionary see only as if through a small telescope.
One can only hope and pray that the entrepreneurs and visionaries won’t readily find the rest of us.
Demigods, dictators and terrorists also understand the importance of vision.
To make the best technology, a borrower and a lender be.
Fan the fire forging the finest edge.
Invent the cutting-edge; waiting wallet wedge.
High-tech’s cutting edge is followed by a trailing lawsuit.
Ever the cutting-edge; ever tradition’s hammer-sledge.
A cutting-edge, a split-up world.
The cutting-edge is a wedge; the rich run pitch, the poor crave more.
The latest is not the greatest — tomorrow.
Change is a cutting edge; wear eye protection.
The edge that thrills also kills.
The cutting-edge that takes a stash soon will end up in the trash.
Our passwords are fig leaves; they cover our modern modesties.
A date is a hack; a marriage is an identity theft.
We arrange our smiles, pad our profiles.
Let alone takes the power of a throne.
The privilege of privacy savors one society.
Everyone is a privacy we judge by what we do not know.
A face is a moat: a resume is a castle wall.
Protect your soul; hack your mind.
Hone the edge of your alone; zone your own precious unknown.
Convenience does business using the currency of privacy.
The difference between privacy and duplicity is intention.
What does society gain if it privatizes the whole world and loses its collective soul?
Notoriety sells its privacy to buy its own celebrity.
Our deepest privacies are filed under our deepest dishonesties.
The best show biz of life is “is!”
“Is” is fast when life’s a blast.
Time rips; “is” slips.
“Is” is fizz.
We live in is and die of was.
Was is!
Was is — until we decide it isn’t.
Determine “will be;” annihilate “is.”
“Was” and “will-be” are mostly scree, but “am” and “is” are more trusty.
We scheme, parade and dominate, to earn the world’s salute, but “was” and “is” and “will be so” will one day make us moot.
We stop to start to hope to see.
The telescope gave our eyes hope; the microscope made them well.
Wise eyes will not despise weak cries.
Eyes sniff; ears taste; skin gazes and still the heart is empty.
Our deepest “Why’s?” slip out the back doors of our aging eyes.
Eyes have lied, lips have ripped, the tongue has stung and yet the heart still hopes.
To go totally blind, open your eyes; to heal, close them.
Seeing is believing; not seeing is believing squared.
The eyes blink; the heart grows steady.
Let truth begin within.
The future is uncertain; the next move not.
Next exists in now.
When you’re perplexed, pursue what’s next.
Don’t wait for next: figure it out, run it down, devour it.
For wisest, wisely wise respect, love is the thing that’s ever next.
Inertia’s hex is stopped by next.
One thousand nexts lie in the smallest step.
Next leads to rest then to the best.
The next great accomplishment begins with the next hard question.
The world’s next brilliant, helpful find exist within the collaborative mind.
Love your next as yourself.
The next possibility possible lies within what is not considered possible.
Do what is impossible; this creates amazing energy and impossible results.
To do the impossible, first gather a great team.
The impossible — it is the most responsible.
Doing the impossible begins with uncertainty; proceeds with a full-blown panic attack and ends with a sigh of relief.
Creating the impossible takes tremendous courage — and a truck load of money.
When behind your back people say that something you are doing is impossible, it is flattery; when they say it to your face, it is fuel.
Creating the impossible is not hard; it’s marketing it that’s difficult.
The best way to accomplish what is impossible is to love.
Marriage is an uncertainty; love is a warranty.
Permanence is the misconception our warranties disabused us of.
A warranty is an up-sell; it was created to compensate for a downgrade.
Check the fine print for the time share; it reads that buyers should all beware.
On earth humans need warranties; in heaven they will need some serious relief from perfection.
Caveat emptor is at wisdom’s center.
Dishonesty invented the contract; cheap stuff mandated the warranty.
God created life-generating water, warming sun and cooling wind; this necessitated warranting everything else!
The amazing human race invented the great civilization we live in — so buy warranties.
A warranty is our assurance that our purchases were designed to break.
Since dishonesty is the market policy, a warranty is the best commodity.
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.
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 put an end to it.
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.
Sheikh Omar may have cured with prayer, but he was cured with coffee.
The Greeks may have invented democracy, but it succeeded because of the spread of coffee.
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.
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.
“Hi” is fly like “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 the divine “Hi.”
“Hi’s” the first fine bow to low.
Every arriving is a step towards departing.
Skipping “Hi” means taking the first step toward low.
Every heart-stopping leaving contains the volcanic power of a new beginning.
Nothing less than an eye-to-eye; nothing less than “Hi!” and “My!”
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.
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.
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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