<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976</id><updated>2012-01-16T16:02:10.526-08:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='the ocean'/><category term='Zen'/><category term='surfing'/><category term='gold'/><category term='music'/><category term='language'/><category term='art'/><category term='the moon'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='beautiful gardens'/><category term='life'/><category term='time'/><category term='carpenters'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='truth'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='history'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='the world'/><category term='the earth'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='thought'/><category term='writing'/><category term='love'/><category term='science'/><title type='text'>Out Of Context: pieces of a life</title><subtitle type='html'>Aphorisms.  Meditations on life.

A poet at heart

A lover of life
 
An iconoclast with nihilistic tendencies

My politics is friendship

My philosophy is happiness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-8898013695862506423</id><published>2011-12-04T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:33:47.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>A Writer's Holiday</title><content type='html'>Walking is blind, even toward a clear horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oyster never felt so free as when a thief stole her pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some leaves hang on longer but eventually they all fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A forecast can be wrong, but not the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does introspection mean?  It means you're looking in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life corrects the errors of logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scientist seeks laws; the historian, causes; the artist, freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer's block is a writer's holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To board that slow train called Life and ride it to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being awake is no different than sleeping if all you do is dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging, one finds more rocks than gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea is captive in a drop of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's the poet's voice that will be heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-8898013695862506423?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/8898013695862506423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2011/12/writers-holiday.html#comment-form' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/8898013695862506423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/8898013695862506423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2011/12/writers-holiday.html' title='A Writer&apos;s Holiday'/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-590187141645029735</id><published>2011-08-11T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T06:09:33.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>The Gardener's Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Could I master the language I'd speak only silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can think clearly who thinks only with their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is always full, though you can't always see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a petal has yet to fall before the last one falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wave is no less free because the current helps it along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain or shine, the cicadas find something to sing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are the gardener's thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you win an argument, what do you win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world makes sense to those who don't try to make sense of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to have lived in vain is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my hand on yours trembles it's because bodies never lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying makes everything easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you chop life into little pieces you don't get pieces of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand in the hallway waiting; join the feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-590187141645029735?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/590187141645029735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2011/08/gardeners-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='70 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/590187141645029735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/590187141645029735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2011/08/gardeners-thoughts.html' title='The Gardener&apos;s Thoughts'/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>70</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-1990472562941220545</id><published>2011-05-20T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T06:05:56.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surfing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful gardens'/><title type='text'>The Caprices Of Summer</title><content type='html'>Earth, does it amaze you?  How birds come down from the sky to walk on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man walking with his chin on his chest.  His thoughts were weighing him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my travels I found no answers, only wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liars don't worry me.  It's the people who think they know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a thief because no one has anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts because you think that's what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything the candle knows it learned in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought should be less profound and more human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my life my dream so I could live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the planting and the harvest lie all the caprices of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a fool plants a beautiful garden, is he still a fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to be ticklish if it makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you dial the wrong number there's someone at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a surfer only the next wave interests me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-1990472562941220545?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/1990472562941220545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2011/05/earth-does-it-amaze-you-how-birds-come.html#comment-form' title='80 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/1990472562941220545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/1990472562941220545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2011/05/earth-does-it-amaze-you-how-birds-come.html' title='The Caprices Of Summer'/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>80</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-5256546815419040255</id><published>2011-03-20T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T06:54:14.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carpenters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Truth Is A Bubble...</title><content type='html'>Carpenters are paid to build houses, not to explain how houses are built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect the hill and the valley to see things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon you see is not the moon you saw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one who says life is beautiful.  I want to be the one who feels it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginnings do not divulge their ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of life begins with the love of one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every drop that falls in the ocean becomes the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn from our possessions that they're never enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my foolish beliefs, as I forgive your foolish beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is a bubble and hard to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the camel with its huge nostrils can only take one breath at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be this happy, friendly person, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists pass on their dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-5256546815419040255?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/5256546815419040255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2011/03/truth-is-bubble.html#comment-form' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/5256546815419040255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/5256546815419040255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2011/03/truth-is-bubble.html' title='Truth Is A Bubble...'/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-2326638502278192209</id><published>2011-02-06T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T06:37:45.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wisdom has learned everything from chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the top of the ladder I was no taller than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advice is what the skylark gives by singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even an inchworm gets where it's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We write while sleepwalking and revise when awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the sun has burnt you is no argument against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let everything exist.  No need to pick and choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of unhappiness always succeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain that falls wherever it pleases.  I want to be that rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth staying up all night just to paint masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos is any order opposed to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something is done for nothing it's done with the highest purpose in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is never wounded by the love one gives, only by the love one expects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-2326638502278192209?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/2326638502278192209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2011/02/wisdom-has-learned-everything-from.html#comment-form' title='75 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/2326638502278192209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/2326638502278192209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2011/02/wisdom-has-learned-everything-from.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>75</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-6508234385558935768</id><published>2010-12-18T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T06:47:35.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The slope contains many wonders not found at the summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obedience corrupts; absolute obedience corrupts absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spider spinning its web is absorbed, but not self-absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build your castle of dreams, but don't live in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have in common is also part of our uniqueness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true ladder of success is the one lying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no fact that is not at least part fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas stand in the corner and laugh while we fight over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the bullfrog has a beautiful voice when it sings for its own pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow is the truth only when it's snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand in the hallway waiting; join the feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is eternal is the cloud passing slowly out of sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-6508234385558935768?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/6508234385558935768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/12/slope-contains-many-wonders-not-found.html#comment-form' title='84 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/6508234385558935768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/6508234385558935768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/12/slope-contains-many-wonders-not-found.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>84</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-2691023996889533862</id><published>2010-10-26T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T06:02:32.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you stop expecting miracles, life is the miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of this day doesn't depend on its lasting forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gold you have to dig for is not the real gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kites pull on their strings because they want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being unappreciated is a failure to appreciate others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plant that's been uprooted has only courage to hold it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love after all but trusting in the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right key: the one that doesn't open any door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons forgotten do more good than lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future can't be seen even with the most powerful telescopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every destination knows that there's more than one way to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say, "It's not that simple."  But maybe it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-2691023996889533862?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/2691023996889533862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-you-stop-expecting-miracles-life.html#comment-form' title='104 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/2691023996889533862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/2691023996889533862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-you-stop-expecting-miracles-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>104</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-190631826754550966</id><published>2010-09-16T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:45:29.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My ideal journey: set out early and never arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of those who aren't content with soup and bread.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sailors have drowned in words than in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the wings are too heavy, the bird can't fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is talking to yourself-with the hope of being overheard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the light ahead, but the wind pushing me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Noah I built my ark, but the floods never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is always trivial compared to what doesn't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes out of sheer perversity reality conforms to my wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith is weak if you can't lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no heroes except flowers and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the train stays on the tracks, you don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimists think badly, but live well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some truths can only be seen in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-190631826754550966?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/190631826754550966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-ideal-journey-set-out-early-and.html#comment-form' title='81 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/190631826754550966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/190631826754550966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-ideal-journey-set-out-early-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>81</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-3115919394667571918</id><published>2010-07-30T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:10:48.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you think happiness is a rare bird you won't see much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is a picture of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would beauty be if the whole world were blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between greatness and cheesecake I'll take cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look into things you see things that aren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We no longer know what we feel when we can say what we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose Hercules had thought about his labors first.  Fortunately, for him, he just went out and did them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kind of faith likes mountains just where they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a wanderer and a stranger to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather lose with love than win without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fenced-in dog barks at the one running free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to see the flaw in every diamond.  Now stones astound me with their perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-3115919394667571918?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/3115919394667571918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-think-happiness-is-rare-bird-you.html#comment-form' title='91 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/3115919394667571918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/3115919394667571918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-think-happiness-is-rare-bird-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>91</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-3752661241874625724</id><published>2010-06-16T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:41:00.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think life as a question but live it as an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lifting of an arm or leg is magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news wouldn't worry us, if we weren't already worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world your secret, but keep it from yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our best decisions aren't decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is the medicine that cures me of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt-water is and isn't the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drug of choice is Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens as if nothing happened.  I'd call it a dream, but it's something much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling a willow not to weep only makes it weep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to every lock doesn't open any door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time does not pass, it continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-3752661241874625724?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/3752661241874625724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/06/think-life-as-question-but-live-it-as.html#comment-form' title='98 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/3752661241874625724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/3752661241874625724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/06/think-life-as-question-but-live-it-as.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>98</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-1818168732131984377</id><published>2010-05-10T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:04:10.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever I do nothing I feel I've accomplished a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What variety is to life, contradiction is to the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea that doubts doesn't jump nearly as high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water flows because it's willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in the mirror is seeing what other people see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's work you're trying too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hate everything is to be wounded by everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old philosophers knew so little; that's why they were so wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air lets the arrow pass right through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wind, more leaves tremble than any theory can account for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the light's not in you, you're in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me the world is round, but I'm checking it out for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-1818168732131984377?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/1818168732131984377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/05/whenever-i-do-nothing-i-feel-ive.html#comment-form' title='96 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/1818168732131984377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/1818168732131984377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/05/whenever-i-do-nothing-i-feel-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>96</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-4105326555446794986</id><published>2010-04-08T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:18:03.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good humor is the sun on cloudy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between thoughts, travel far and wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be nothing.  But that's the greatest thing in the world to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach children what they would learn, not what you would teach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calm is like the tides: never at rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl riding her bicycle.  Never once did she wonder: "Is this worthwhile?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You either love what's broken or you don't love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is the moment one regains one's innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that scare us wake us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost is part of getting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never reach those far-off places.  New trails tempt me at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep roots never doubt spring will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stand speechless before a mountain is all I ask now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-4105326555446794986?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/4105326555446794986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-humor-is-sun-on-cloudy-days.html#comment-form' title='120 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/4105326555446794986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/4105326555446794986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-humor-is-sun-on-cloudy-days.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>120</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-5152830178198199903</id><published>2010-02-25T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:34:36.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't know how to live.  You live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lose something I was afraid to lose I find I don't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast yourself upon the waters.  Trust in your ability to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to let the balloon go if you want to see it fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solutions often mask the fact that there is no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is is plenty, but more is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one fast rule concerning death:  save it for the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had no purpose in creating the world.  He was just having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody calls me "Marty."  I never know what to call myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in a hurry, don't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything real casts a shadow and the shadow is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy the one simply walking down the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-5152830178198199903?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/5152830178198199903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-dont-know-how-to-live.html#comment-form' title='129 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/5152830178198199903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/5152830178198199903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-dont-know-how-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>129</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-4089750027549612825</id><published>2010-01-14T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:07:27.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The order you seek is the confusion you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the sun a symbol?  I thought it was an object that lit up the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A false step now means nothing later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate criticism, it makes me feel important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon has seen many a theory come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse that fears the trap has already been trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News used to come too late; now it comes too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciation, not possession, makes a thing ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come it's always the narrow path that considers itself superior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in Buffalo when it snowed but it snowed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went in search of one perfect moment.  The price he had to pay was the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes.  Now tell me: where is the mystery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-4089750027549612825?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/4089750027549612825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/01/order-you-seek-is-confusion-you-feel.html#comment-form' title='142 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/4089750027549612825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/4089750027549612825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2010/01/order-you-seek-is-confusion-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>142</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-2705425858913542556</id><published>2009-12-03T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:18:18.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When smashing idols, always begin with your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of a puzzle aren't together or apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a thing becomes indispensable it's time to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even blind alleys lead somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A puppet whose strings got cut learned to walk all on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success reveals how little ambition is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handing one's troubles over to God makes sense even to an atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever improve if we keep trying to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found all my prayers answered in the silence of the stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I took the sun for granted it smiled on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one gives me advice I always follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is failure possible?  One is always just beginning to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-2705425858913542556?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/2705425858913542556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-smashing-idols-always-begin-with.html#comment-form' title='146 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/2705425858913542556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/2705425858913542556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-smashing-idols-always-begin-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>146</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-3835554436721681690</id><published>2009-11-03T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:15:30.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The gambler who expects to lose is the happiest person at the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think someone has a problem the problem is really yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something braver than dying for the truth-living without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dead writer has no ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was never angry, the rain was never sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I don't want to know where I'll be in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more wrong turns on the map than on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your burden gets too heavy to carry, you learn how to carry it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you be if you left all your troubles behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idealist wants to make ants so small no one can step on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you find the clearing you can't stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea will wash away our footprints but not the fact we made them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-3835554436721681690?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/3835554436721681690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/11/gambler-who-expects-to-lose-is-happiest.html#comment-form' title='125 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/3835554436721681690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/3835554436721681690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/11/gambler-who-expects-to-lose-is-happiest.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>125</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-3379286749926354276</id><published>2009-09-22T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:53:52.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can win the lottery, but not an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scarecrow has been in the field so long he thinks it belongs to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are learned, not taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannequins can't dress themselves.  Stones go wherever you throw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I refuse the honey because the bee stings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is fog on the surface is also fog deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I'm not learning are teaching me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never do anything important if you can help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to see the dark side.  All you have to do is close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order is what exists before you start arranging things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person is a person; two is a statistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams change the world, but only in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful to those who refuse your demands.  They are your benefactors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landscape looks different from every blade of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is simple.  You just have to stop trying to figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-3379286749926354276?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/3379286749926354276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-win-lottery-but-not-argument.html#comment-form' title='146 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/3379286749926354276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/3379286749926354276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-win-lottery-but-not-argument.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>146</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-4652718343500677125</id><published>2009-08-18T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:48:42.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Experiences for which there are no words get along fine without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every mask there is a face and behind that a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to set your life in order consider it already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altruist: a person who wants to help people more than they want to be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on a red nose and baggy pants when the circus is in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blind man sees with his cane, like all the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like both: unicorns and horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in doubt, leap.  One needs a little courage to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is real when it happens and a dream afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons are invented, not found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let every breeze draw you out of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity is true for matter but not for the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must plant a seed and let "it" speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No river could flow if it had to know its destination first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're on the wrong track if you're thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White sand, white foam, blue water.  It's not a fantasy, it's real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-4652718343500677125?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/4652718343500677125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/08/experiences-for-which-there-are-no.html#comment-form' title='117 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/4652718343500677125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/4652718343500677125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/08/experiences-for-which-there-are-no.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>117</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-1322854384607792502</id><published>2009-07-13T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:59:37.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Language-a mirror in front of a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put ourselves through hell and that is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is music you never hear unless you play it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrots mimic their owners.  Their owners consider that a sign of intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you roll a ball; then it rolls by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream separates, but a look unites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat believes in its claws even when they're cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try never to do anything I might be proud of later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad memory.  Every day seems new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fool who cursed the sun was surprised to see it still shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing succeeds like indifference to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every bullet fired can expect a bullet in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy of every religion is that it needs a church to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you have all the pieces and the puzzle still doesn't fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves on the water, the fog under the bridge.  That's what I believe in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-1322854384607792502?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/1322854384607792502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/07/language-mirror-in-front-of-window.html#comment-form' title='92 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/1322854384607792502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/1322854384607792502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/07/language-mirror-in-front-of-window.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>92</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-7998915862070259224</id><published>2009-06-11T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T05:36:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How many truths are really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told the rainbow what its colors meant, it laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in the fault-finding business, you'll find me full of faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams must be ground into bread and the bread eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man to call when you need absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend yourself; there's plenty more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it rains tonight, rain will be the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness exists, but not the conditions of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a truth for each occasion, but not for all occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinion: a sign of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things put in the wrong place have found a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead me not into the corporate world but deliver me from evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of old age: hardening of the arteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every line is the perfect length if you don't measure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose nothing is wrong.  What do you do, then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-7998915862070259224?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/7998915862070259224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-many-truths-are-really-true-when-i.html#comment-form' title='96 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/7998915862070259224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/7998915862070259224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-many-truths-are-really-true-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>96</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183838152304652976.post-5257890406037088367</id><published>2009-03-23T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:12:16.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some lives, like some remarks, only make sense out of context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words make known.  But we live in the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the truth.  It's more disturbing than telling lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain is the picnic when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press your lips to the fountain and drink life in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is.  That's its only excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless things are things you put no price on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real dishes break.  That's how you know they're real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the happiest who's happy with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it really matter who the fastest runner is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New ideas are nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New ideas wind up on the same trash heap as the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The riddle we'll never solve is how to get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are they who expect nothing, for they'll be pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you paint a black picture, the picture will be black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God may be an atheist for all we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity will never solve its problems as long as there are people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is incredible the number of things I find not to take seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers of beauty can't be too discriminating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're glad to be alive, the rest doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up.  You don't have to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a second to think, it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles happen so often they become commonplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullets that miss the mark travel just as fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to draw a straight line than to straighten a crooked one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rabbits are not the same rabbit.  Just as all Roberts are not the same Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What costs me time costs me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few names have survived oblivion.  In time oblivion will have them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art: a conversation through a locked door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom is the price one pays for not enjoying everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183838152304652976-5257890406037088367?l=wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/feeds/5257890406037088367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/03/paranoids-are-right.html#comment-form' title='91 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/5257890406037088367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183838152304652976/posts/default/5257890406037088367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.com/2009/03/paranoids-are-right.html' title=''/><author><name>nothing profound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qo71WRRSrUI/S8tn7jnMC8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PjDH-HjCLE8/S220/RX1O000Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>91</thr:total></entry></feed>
