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Scary dreams reveal the past; happy dreams reveal the future.

The beautiful future is already sprouting in the disturbed ground under our moving feet.

Run — toward the future.

Appreciate the past, love the present, trust the future.

Control the future wow; imaginate the now.

The future is known; it’s in the fruit already grown.

We make up the future out of the spool of thread we unwind in the present.

If you want to know your future just look closely at someone older.

A good future is made out of convincing good people to glom on to a good vision and fly it forward with you on board.

I was; I am; I will, Amen.

The seagull runs into the ocean so the soul rushes into wisdom.

The sea feeds the earth; the mind feeds the world.

The lovely ocean — until we step on a sting ray, have a limb ripped off by a shark or are swept away by a tsunami.

The tide pool gold, the sunlit soul.

Whales — the ocean’s explosions.

The waves that rush back from the shore; the hesitancy of the human spirit.

Swimming across the ocean, dancing by a smoking volcano, not change our ways.

The sand castle takes ability and reminds us of fragility.

The open sea, earth’s reverie.

Diseased inconsistence, immune to resistance.

To put the good life in the bag run a constant zig and zag

Overworking — it involves inconsistent resting.

Consistency leads to maturity — and uncertainty.

A consistent dollar beats an imagined million.

A wise consistency is the faithful valet of great minds.

Consistency is the best policy — except when it is not.

Children and cats love consistency; adults love an anomaly.

Love, eat, work, rest; live by the best.

When justice goes missing, few go looking.

The news tries the case, but the jury decides the matter.

In the courtroom, the boardroom and the backroom, fear and bias kidnap the facts and justice goes missing.

Nothing matters more than giving the injured a fair hearing.

When the world is hungry, justice feeds it.

The just man with an invisibility cloak will be yet be just when he is invisible.

Crimes happen quickly; justice moves slowly.

The man who oppresses another must live with an oppressor.

Nothing matters more than that we give injured a hearing.

By peremptory challenge a lawyer rejects biased jurors, so the healthy mind rejects biased thoughts.

 

 

A headache at a party is better than a heartache at home.

A kiss a day keeps Kaiser away.

New ailments are enemies, old ones friends.

The thrill in being really sick is getting amazingly well.

Our bodies are cities; what happens in one neighborhood spreads to another.

A person who is sick is not a sick person.

Fools feel only their pain; the wise see pain’s worldwide refrain.

Green food; preventative medicine.

Illness is a stop sign, health a green light.

Illness isolates; healing repatriates.

We are mechanical; slowing results in towing.

A long illness offers a quick PhD in compassion.

The newly aged talk about being really old; the really aged talk about still feeling young.

“You won’t always feel this way” is hope to the depressed.

When faced with the worst, think of the best.

Children relieve us from the boredom of being adults.

Children may be seen but not heard — when  asleep.

A child a day keeps leisure at bay.

The timeout is to train children and reward parents.

A child should always say what’s cute, and laugh when she is tickled too.

Spare the dad, spoil the child – be nice to the mom too.

Reject a child, reject yourself.

Abuse a child, obliterate yourself.

The glory of civilization is a good story, a soft chair, a warm light and a curious child.

To love a child is to love oneself.

Childood heals us of adulthood.

Children know the truth — until we teach them otherwise.

The common cold could be entirely irradicated if we got rid of children.

We are never not children.

The invention of the collar raised the self-esteem of civilization.

America wears out its exercise clothing washing it.

The purpose of aging was to keep nudity from becoming popular.

Clothes cover a multitude of gastronomical sins.

The beach is one of the few places you can walk around in colored underwear and not be arrested.

Before buttons, zippers, hooks and snaps, it was harder to keep on our wraps.

God made clothes so it would be easier to love each other.

The fashion most whacky is flying dressed tacky.

Clothes make the fun.

The uniform serves the world.

Clothes unmake the man.

Reductive is most seductive.

It’s a sin to be humorless.

Humor crashes the party, and gets invited back to dinner.

The funniest is the most serious not taken seriously.

Humor assassinates the murk and escapes with a smirk.

Wit splits hairs with humor’s wares.

The guffaw was born in the pause.

Humor’s couth resells the truth.

Disambiguation’s toot is a hoot.

Mix demotic, academic, and slang — stir and laugh.

Funny wins, in backrooms.

The  droll remark may not get the big guffaw, but it leaves the neurons of the astute silently shaking.

Laughter not only has the last word, it is the last word.

When hyperbole is on a roll, we fall out of our chairs, clutch our stomachs and beg her to stop.

Jokes turn back at the border.

Sounds are funnier than words.

The funny guy gets the serious girl.

Human trumps gender.

Gender is the identity of wonder.

Around the glow of gender’s fire, spins galaxies of hot desire.

God invented the man for practice, then he invented the women.

Gender becomes most obvious when we are naked, pregnant or shopping.

The tendency to dominate isn’t a gender trait; it’s a human trait.

Men keep women in their place for fear that they will lose theirs.

Blessed are the male chauvinists, for they will inherit all of the inclusiveness, open mindedness and sensitivity of themselves.

When men and women are in the presence of other attractive men and women, they do not find themselves thinking about similarities.

Unblessed are the feminists if they inherit the dominating, oppressive, brutal and violent tendencies of men.

I heard the voice of God once; it sounded strangely like my wife’s.

When women play professional football and nearly naked men are the cheerleaders, then we’ll know things have changed.

The differences between men and women are mostly similar.

The first women to play in the NFL will receive unwanted attention and wanted compensation.

Having a baby is harder on men than women; men have to drive to the hospital, count, listen to yelling and miss the game.

We, men, are better than women; we are better at becoming completely delusions concerning our attractiveness as we age.

That men are rational and women emotional is the fairy tale made up by men and women who are afraid of themselves.

Everytime a popular book about gender differences is published nuanced thinking goes out the window again.

There is nothing as lonely as a talking wife and a silent husband.

The most upsetting conversations are silent, vicious and take place between two ears.

Honesty is the best publicity policy.

The silent treatment requires the talking cure.

I make it my rule never to open my mouth around closed minds except my own.

Great conversation requires two or more people, unless you are alone.

Emotions speak louder than words.

Talk will show; the careful know.

When the facts go to work, the truth goes on vacation

To understand, what is not said is what must be deciphered.

“I know how you feel,” is the “abracadabra” that heals a soul who has been sawn in two.

The abandoned child must make up reality, but the loved child receives a good explanation.

 

 

 

A product is sold for the good of the seller; it is bought for the mood of the buyer.

Making an old product new is better than making a new product old.

A  good slogan sells itself.

Civilization is a mad rush toward the reproduction of more consumers.

Greed puts stuff near need — and raises the price.

Our character is a product we give away to others for free.

Products are traitors; they seduce us, then  rot.

Love is the most expensive free product on the planet.

Yesterday’s technology is in today’s landfills.

The philosophy of the supermarket is to pile it on high, sell it on low; a superior philosophy is to pile it high on the lowly.

You know you have become a grownup when you have to plan to play.

Too much work will make you jerk; take a day to heal — with play.

Tomfoolery risks what sincerity can’t imagine — the laughing cure.

Live fast, die old and leave a beautiful child.

Fun rides on a rollicking river of justice.

Nonsense may become good sense — anon.

Playfulness is the suspicion of the overriding value of workfulness.

We always carry our own weather with us, and so we are always either raining on someone else’s parade or shining on their marching band.

Our prejudices plunder our pleasures.

The fun stops when the crying begins, and the fun doesn’t begin again until we see to it that the causes of the crying end.

The theocratic oath: First do no doom.

Divorce proof your marriage: shamelessly flirt with your own spouse.

Work approaches play when we ride it arms up and palms out.

Merrymaking is cheap psychotherapy.

Getting an education is hard, staying ignorant more so.

Love may cover a multitude of sins but it won’t put up with bad grades.

Invest in your own education; buy a plane ticket.

It is the mark of the modern educated mind to know many points of view but have none of its own.

A classic is a book known to the public by one of its decontextualized lines.

An alphabet is a song that sings a million words.

A wild creature is won with food, a reluctant learner with a story.

A good education includes some needed, unwanted lessons, how to fail, quit, grieve and come up swinging.

The educated person knows all the questions and mistrusts most of the answers.

We invest the least in what we should invest the most — our preschool teacher’s salaries.

The first rule of the educator is to not interfere with curiosity.

Every few years American educators make a brilliant discovery — how to educate American children.

When we teach to the test we ignore the best.

True faith loves healthy doubt.

The big questions survive all the small answers.

Every new door is opened with old doubt.

The true doubter doubts doubt.

Doubt weeps faith’s grief.

Doubt is merely faith’s time out.

Doubters ask questions believers think they have answered.

Doubt is the switch-back path to belief.

The tenacious doubter is the fanatical believer.

Our doubts are our friends; they take us by the arm and lead us from untruth.

God loves doubt; it is proof that what he created has finally begun to think up to its potential.

Those who love science love doubt.

Doubt everything to know anything.

To err is human, to forgive, humane.

Forgiviology requries no apology.

Hammer, be hammered; forgive, relive.

What is offended in an instant may take a life time to forgive.

To forgive is not to forget, but to remember without  punishing.

Forgive; set two people free.

When we see that we have done the very thing we condemn, we begin to be able to forgive.

To refuse to forgive is to begin to harm oneself.

An unintended offense may be intentionally forgiven.

Those who suffer the radiation of resentment, must smear on the sunscreen of forgiveness.

Forgiveness is not an emotion; it is a choice that heals an emotion.

To be deeply hurt is to begin to understand what it means to forgive.

We can forgive something in another when we have accepted it in ourselves.

To begin to forgive yourself is to begin to forgive the world.

Don’t count on going to heaven if you are still judging the hell out of everyone else.

Romance is awkward; love is more so.

Lipstick’s fine, soft stain, lies mainly on the brain.

Fools trade lovers; the wise invest — and hold.

Broken hearts created the music industry.

What love’s labor loses, labors love to regain.

Kiss a girl; kiss the world; miss the kiss, regret the Ms.

To fall in love is to love to fall.

The last word on love is that it lasts.

Love not brief needs no relief.

 

The drum beat, the life of the fete.

Want loud thoughts; play loud music!

Music is the miracle oracle.

We sing together what we have lived separately.

Jazz, jump, jitter and jive — jounce and jot and come alive.

“Getting down,” includes getting up.

Music is the soul of love.

Lift up something bigger than yourself — sing.

Life’s show is tempo prestissimo.

A melody is a moxy medicine.

Replace all fear with all love.

Militancy polarizes; fear ogrizes.

It is okay for us to disagree; it is not okay for us to harm.

Our sexual preferences may differ; our pursuit of understanding should not.

No one chooses to be rejected, and no one should be.

Our common identity transends our differing sexuality.

If you don’t know someone gay then what does that say?

When someone is different there is an opportunity to begin to understand.

To judge others is to judge ourselves.

What is missing from most discussions about sexuality is the acknowledgment of our pain over it.

No sexual orientation does away with the need for listening to each other.

When you fall off the wagon somebody else gets run over.

Addicts must get very low to get to very high.

“He can hold his liquor” is a leaky proposition.

One glass sharpens what the whole bottle dulls.

Bottoms up is bottoms down and out.

Addiction thrives on a pack of lies.

Addiction — the bottom is the beginning of the top.

We know we are addicted when we start and can’t stop.

Love overcomes addiction.

The difference between a medicine and an illegal drug is that one builds up what the other demolishes.

One person can savor a beer and be satisfied; another downs one bottle and is drunk for 35 years.

The wise get high on wives, children and grandchildren; fools get high on wine and lose them.

A drunk teen and a drunk fifty year old have something in common –  a penchant for the pathetic.

Getting high alone is a euphoric low.

Sobriety for the addict is a non-stop brawl with the devil.

Friends are the best way to self-medicate without hangovers.

Drugs and alcohol — a false fix for the socially impaired.

We drink in excess because we are suffering a regress.

The best high is a straight shot of life.

What might make you the life of the party may in due time make you a dead-end street.

Drinking is a freedom best locked up when we are with those who can’t stop.

P. J. O’Rourke has quipped that “Drugs have taught an entire generation of Americans the metric system.” He failed to add that only a short time later they couldn’t remember it.

Any time is a good time to go anywhere!

Travel heals us of not traveling.

To meet the need inside — go outside.

A good day is any day in a new place.

We go outdoors to find a lid off, a thing unwalled, a lovely fringe, a tattered edge, a mud acre, a blue-sparkled stretch of rest.

In another country, we’re in another house.

The unexpected beats the checklist.

A talk is a good walk spoiled.

Stay home only long enough to earn the next trip.

We travel when we are young so that we will have something to remember when we are old.

Travel is a culinary memory.

Travel has three waits —  the wait to get there, the wait to return and the wait to go again.