We gather up a few thin blades of meadow grass and call them the meadow, when the meadow itself rolls off to horizons that escape our view.

Too often, opinion is a lens polished by the grit of bias. And as I stare through my own lens, I might ask how much polish can the grit of bias actually create?

The opinion that is void of fact is given birth at the hands of the person void of thought.

It's not about taking a stand, for anyone can do that.  Rather, it's about taking a stand for the right reasons, and taking a stand against taking a stand when they're not. And that’s where more of us need to learn to stand.

I always say that my agenda is sufficiently gracious to leave more than ample room for the agenda of others. But if that’s the case, why is it that such a big room only has space for one chair?