The Most Beautiful Fact Of All

Imagination, to really soar, must keep one foot on the ground.

I never compete; I only play.

Let every breeze draw you out of yourself.

Tears have always been easier to shed than explain.

Solitude is where one discovers one is not alone.

When I saw the geese floating on the lake I saw what my life could be.

All people die.  Is that reality or just my point of view?

Who gave fire permission to burn?

There is music you never hear unless you play it yourself.

Birds don't fly because they're in a hurry.

See the buds with your own eyes; touch the acorn with your own hand.

Defying gravity is easy; not falling is the hard thing.

Morning will come, it has no choice.

Making adjustments while moving is my idea of thinking.

Philosophy: unsound conclusions based on sound reasoning.

Being right: the human disease.

The first kiss and the first glass of wine are the best.

The direction a cloud is moving is always approved of by the wind.

What is heroic is not making life any harder than it has to be.

Words have to make sense; facts don't.  That life makes no sense is the most beautiful fact of all.

The Gardener's Thoughts

Could I master the language I'd speak only silence.

No one can think clearly who thinks only with their head.

The moon is always full, though you can't always see it.

Many a petal has yet to fall before the last one falls.

A wave is no less free because the current helps it along.

Rain or shine, the cicadas find something to sing about.

Flowers are the gardener's thoughts.

When you win an argument, what do you win?

The world makes sense to those who don't try to make sense of it.

Even to have lived in vain is beautiful.

If my hand on yours trembles it's because bodies never lie.

Not trying makes everything easy.

When you chop life into little pieces you don't get pieces of life.

Don't stand in the hallway waiting; join the feast.