Be care aware.
Match call with care.
Freedom bests safety — mostly.
The creation sprung from care; care sprung from gratitude.
Treatment isn’t always care; fixing isn’t necessarily loving.
Proper care erases boredom, defeats loneliness and abolishes helplessness.
Proof that we care; what happens after we die still matters to us.
Too young or old to be responsible is not too old or young to be sensitive.
Caring means looking past your own fingernails.
The oversight of children and elders masquerades everywhere as care; it’s more often dominance and tyranny.
Proper care of humans includes the cultivation of autonomy.
Remedies lie in brains; care lies in hands.
Plots resolve; lives evolve.
When we live incomplete, we die unfinished.
All fiction’s falls solved; real lives, unresolved.
What we can’t resolve, we may mine, crush and smelt.
Why’s” are like rain drops; they formed in cloudy skies.
Many “what’s” are uncracked nuts.
Unfinished — undiminished.
Feats like repeats.
A life of discordant notes may with some ending chords resolve.
With resolve, remand the unsolved.
Beware software that starts to swear.
Software is a sleeping giant; awakened — perhaps defiant.
Shareware gobbles greed; it inhales ego.
Software solves hard problems.
Soft wears the world.
0 and 1 are soft and fun.
Even soft wears.
Software crunches; the OS munches.
Soft — where?
The human brain runs software; the code is written by our interpretations of reality.
A stone is no K2; software is not consciousness.
Our thoughts betray our ways.
We betray the dearest friendships with the smallest trifles.
The rain drips through an old roof, so a critical spirit drips through old loyalties.
A small squall can throw up a tall wall.
Our lusts betray our loves.
The friend who stays betrays all slights and frays.
Betrayal drips like poison from every backstab.
Silence is the cruelest form of betrayal.
Look the other way, your own betray.
The refusal to reason — darkest treason!
Hating is sedition; despising is treason.
Affection — it is the stuffed chair of love.
Love smooches and smacks; affection grazes and snacks.
It is after we lose our mothers that we are most in need of the warmth of human affection.
Affection, reception — the soul’s sweetest confection.
Passion a hunter, affection a saunter.
My cup of tea my cup of me.
Don’t just love me, like me.
Hand on arm gives no alarm.
To be touched is better than to be taught.
To heal me hold me — stay near.
Imperfections — they are most soothed by affections.
Hell has no fury like an ambition scorned.
Offended, upended; emotional, notional.
The left out break in.
We go off over a trifle; we tolerate a rifle.
Nothing offends like silence.
A connotation galls; nuances become walls.
Weakness covers up a multitude of offenses.
Sling the sting; become a thing.
The true saint, no complaint.
Success offends; failure softens.
Dominance upends; commonness befriends.
Cash is a kind of cover — the cold, thin, comfortless kind.
Money buys the cover up; it also buys the low down.
The rich take, then cover; the poor take cover.
Ever the cover for under-the-covers.
The cloak covers the dagger; it suffocates the wagger.
The path to the highest office of the country runs straight through a series of nondisclosure agreements.
Kill the story; rise to glory.
Integrity possesses an intrinsic invisibility; falsity buys one.
Faithful lovers don’t need covers.
Take cover, behind integrity.
Goodness needs no hiddenness.
Slack makes lack.
Traffic in lazy; make everyone crazy.
Heal apathy, using passion.
Doing doesn’t require feeling.
The lazy sigh and don’t know why.
Every sloth ruins some cloth.
Negligental; detrimental.
Bliss — it’s passionless.
Love has no lazy.
Life is earth and birth, then girth and mirth.
At every birth the universe begins again.
Nascency begins the narrative life plays out.
Beauty and birth, the hope of the earth.
Embrace poverty, disease and exhaustion — have babies.
“Bye!” follows hard on every “Hi!”
At birth, celebrate; in life, formulate; at death, abdicate.
Life is gushy, quite mushy, both slushy and flushy.
There’s a time to why, and a time to fly.
It’s breath, breadth, shibboleth, then death.
Expect a bad outcome; you’ll get one.
Believe in people; put no trust in their consistency.
Most cynicism can be traced back to one source — a harmful person.
Protect against disappointment; cultivate a cheerful pessimism.
To explore the exquisite permutations of cynicism — age.
All’s well; the terminally chipper will cancel out the obstinately miserable.
There is no hope that people will be wise, only that they might be rescued.
Our species will not be restrained, but it may be forgiven.
The convivial cynic is full of faith — in humor.
Cultivate hope; laugh your sass off.
Be leery, but stay cheery.
Few can quell their tilted hell.
Rants are fueled by slants.
Cut to the truth, not on the bias.
Bias, bias the bane of the pious.
Bias peeks from behind the ragged edge of every approval.
Bias gorges enthusiasm; it pukes hatred.
Judgment bent is wisdom rent.
Skewed; the other side gets screwed.
Convinced to the hilt is ever on tilt.
Our loveliest conversations are with those who share our biases; these are also our most dangerous conversations.
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