I just don't have time for all this worthless chatter. I'm apathetic, because it doesn't matter.

Perception is an excuse not to see that everything's just as it seems, to me.

The future is as much an unknown masterpiece as your mind, imagination, and conduct can fashion.

Things we have done and said and experienced, or things that have been said and done to us, those are recorded. Facsimiles of a bygone present. It’s data, more or less. What we do with that data, with that information, has impact on how we feel and what we choose to do in the now.

So hard to describe how I know that it's true, I don't quite know where to begin. Like conveying the sight of a sunrise to someone who's always slept in.