I have realized that if life is to be an adventure, I need to have freedom of movement, and one of the things judgement–particularly combined with Emerson’s foolish consistencies–does, is create no go zones.
Who will I need to be tomorrow? I have no fucking clue. My line is not straight in any visible sense. It is always the next step, but how can I know where that will be?
Trying too hard to be smart will always make you stupid. I see it every goddamned day. I have learned, more or less, though, to keep my mouth shut.
There is possibility in silence. When you are speaking, you are telling the world who you cannot be. Why?