Mindplayers

Meditation was such a loose term; you can do almost anything mentally and call it meditation.

Old responses live long, die hard, and frequently leave a troublesome corpse.

Everybody wants to be somebody but nobody wants to be just anybody.

Help him by helping him resist your help.

It gets tricky here, but it’s always seemed to be that sanity is, or can be, as relative as anything else. Sacrifice an animal to Zeus and predict the future from the formation of its entrails—do that as a general in ancient Greece hoping for victory in a coming battle and you’re prudent. Do it today and you’re a clinical paranoid and a mean one, too. Sanity, like customs and manners, seems to have a strong basis in the accepted standards of a particular time and place.

“Truth and information are not the same thing. I promise you that’s a fact.”

“So you told yourself. But you have to admit that they do coincide often enough to let us all get around in the world safely.”

Fusion power we licked; static cling has us on the ropes. It’s a funny world.

Maybe it’s better to be half of something wonderful than a whole nothing at all.

Some people gain freedom by trading one form of bondage for another.