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

A compass calibrated by my greed is a rather shrewd way to legitimize my agenda. However, true north on a compass such as this is a straight line to the edge of a really big cliff.

Large or small, I always have a choice. But I also have a choice to think that I don’t have a choice.

Rewriting the narrative so as to make my life what I want it to be is the stuff of fiction penned by the hands of fools who have yet to realize that truth writes stories bigger than any eraser fiction can conjure up.

Don’t think that trying to make something ‘right’ because you wish to engage in that which is ‘wrong’ is going to fool your conscience.

It seems that we are indiscriminately committed to force-fitting a moral standard to the selfishness of our agendas as a means of hiding the selfishness of our agendas. Yet, the only thing that’s hidden is the fact that nothing is hidden.

Someone once said that ‘the end justifies the means’. And as I think about that, I’m not certain that any kind of ‘means’ that are justified will take me to any kind of ‘end’ that I want to be at in the first place.

Are the disjointed efforts of opinions, biases, cultural mandates, politically-correct notions, and all things vogue and trendy an effort to write ourselves sweeping permission to justify sweeping behaviors that will in time sweep us away?

How many times has our conscience firmly prompted us to ‘draw the line,’ and we showed up with an eraser?