Fear is typically one-part fact and about ten-parts fiction. And that kind of formula grows things real big, real fast.

We don’t have the power to change reality. However, we do have the power to destroy ourselves in the effort to avoid it.

I am probably no more disgruntled with my fellowman than he is with me.

I ask questions mainly as a means of trying to figure out what the real question is.

Do we dare embrace an authentic faith stripped bare of everything that we have spoken into it and ripped entirely clean of everything that we have built upon it? And are we willing to embrace something that inexpressibly potent, that unashamedly demanding, and that shockingly unfamiliar? Yet maybe the better question is, do we dare to not do that?

What makes me think that I can define reality when I can scarcely define myself.

If I somehow find that the truth is inconvenient, it’s because my ethics are out of whack.

Here’s the way to destroy your life in sixty seconds or less; convince yourself that something is ‘right’ simply because you want it to be, and then go act on it.

Truth is its own defense, therefore if something can’t speak for itself, it’s not truth.