Maybe what I need to be rescued from is the feeling that I don’t need to be rescued, for without a doubt this is the most difficult rescue of all.

In one way or another, every mission that I have ever set out on to rescue myself is yet another mission that I end up needing to be rescued from. Hence, there is God.

If the truth gets in the way, I will remove it. But truth be told, removing the truth never removes the truth.

Often in life, we draw conclusions and reflexively take action based on what we see; which in the majority of situations is achingly insignificant or just plain wrong.

To assume that I and I alone have all the answers is to eventually find myself entirely alone without any answers.

The point that I think myself to be so terribly clever is the precise point at which I am beginning to think myself to be god-like, which causes me to become God-less.

We somehow have led ourselves to believe that our questions are big enough to encircle life, and that life is small enough to be contained by the answers. The real question might be, are we ignorant or just plain stupid?

Of course, I would encourage you to be your god. But before you do, you might want to look around at all the other people who were their own gods and realize that they were not enough of whatever a ‘god’ is to save themselves from the destruction of their own divinity.

Authorship of anything apart from God is nothing more than a tragedy in the making.