My grandmother always laughed at politically involved people. Especially those who would march in the streets on every available occasion. …

Despite the many guides that claim to solve the conundrum, people are still perplexed. If one is intellectually honest, one cannot say for sure whether there is a world out there. Similarly, if one does not indulge in wishful magical thinking, one cannot deny the fact that, no matter its nature, universe, as perceived, obeys strict rules. Sure, and to paraphrase a classic, some rules can be bent, some can be broken. But you will die nevertheless.

I fucking love all those folks who claim to strive for truth but never made an honest effort to know it. …

“Oh, how observant and perceptive I am,” delights a man marveling at his own magnificence. “Sure, sucker — whatever,” cabinet smacks him on the forehead. Who’s playing the game, Indubitably private, Public all the same?

Prince said on TV: The hate instigated by members of my extended family endangers my kids. The problem is the press that feeds on this. That was a paraphrase. Then the whole situation gets compared to Game of Thrones. No one mentions that the interest is in monarchy. Would the prince stop being prince, all his problems would vanish. All what was hidden Under wraps of mystery Comes to the surface.

Peace and war are two fundamentally equal choices. Me? I prefer peace. If you, per chance, prefer war, don’t bullshit yourself that the choice you’ve made is more intimately tied with the nature of nature and everything. As they say, being miserable and being strong takes the same amount of work. You make you. Absence is a thing, though. When all’s said and done, What do you really prefer? Which choice makes you one?

If you want money, go, work for a bank. Sit at a desk. Behind it. Move data, translate the interfaces, actions, and tables into so many languages that even a machine can get it. Or be a mercenary. Policeman, soldier … simply security guard. …

A gardener does not rule their garden. They are not kings who command over. They serve and take care. Garden, then, responds in kind. Leaders are not appointed, selected, much less chosen. They emerge. In fact, true leaders, the genuine natural authorities, are no leaders at all. Merely role models to follow. No alpha being ever contests. They are the one being contested. We don’t need no war. We don’t need no presidents. We don’t need control.

For a long time, I considered the famous argument of ridiculousness in favor of Christianity as plausible. …