Discoursing on emptiness: transcendent self-indulgence.

The photocopiers go down, and we are at a loss. With nothing to do, we all have our own strategies for coping: ways of filling space, as if the space was not already filled, and agendas other than those to which we address ourselves internally were not already running forward like dogs, each after their own particular hare.

On days like this I miss my daughter, and have simple dreams of taking her to school or combing out her head lice. Creature dreams.

Better not get too greedy, lest you lose the habit of dying.

We are never more deluded than when we travel. Some people, sensibly, never travel. Those who travel and return home are just as sensible. Only those who travel are missing the point.

Who has the upper hand? The one who has less desire.

Perfected objects exemplify poor taste. You may find strange things that are not perfect; however, you will never find perfect things that are not tasteless. Nor will you find, in a person who aspires to perfection, anything resembling good taste. To find good taste, you must find the unflinching eye.

Of all the treasonous acts committed against the State, none erodes quite so effectively as the practice of barter.

Vulnerable, delicately poised, tremulous, and taking great care: as gentle as a mother with her new born baby. When you have this heart inside you, I dare not oppose you. When I myself have this heart, I am perplexed. Nothing stands in the way, yet it is not my way.

People admire your many medals, but you are brusque with them, and are apparently ungracious. I think I understand your position. Still, be gracious.

Mirroring: one becomes a mirror. It is very free and easy. There is no fractious effort, and this is why it seems so very effortless.