I'm in the dark as to how close to an edge or transition to a new ocean and climate regime we might me. But I know which way we are walking. We are walking toward the cliff.

You look at the history of any sentient species and what do you find but tableaux of violence and slaughter. It’s finger-painted on the ceilings of caves and engraved into the walls of temples.

The sacred servant communicates the sacred words to the souls of the world.

Ran out of things to say, metaphors for you. Why the ocean’s clear instead of blue, why mountains in the distance had reminded me of you.

All of life is a trust fall, and I'm awakening to the thrill, rather than the fear, of being suspended midair.

When I'm tired and therefore indecisive, it can take half an hour to choose the book I am going to have with me while I brush my teeth.

People who commit crimes should be responsible for those crimes. It doesn't matter whether they're priests or ministers or atheists.

If music is sound & came from silence, then silence is potentially greater than sound.

With every word, I drop knowledge. I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal trying to reach my goal.

Try to see the world from the eyes of an old man! Old eyes are a good place to begin with for understanding the truths!

We learned to build our emotional muscles, helping us make it through major market falls and grind through the trying times without losing our equilibrium.