• Not a snowball’s chance in hell, as the saying goes. I feel like we overlook the more important question of, how did the snowball get there? Are we discussing an ice demon in the underworld? Can precipitation die? Does snow have a soul?

    I just think we’re not thinking this thing through.
    Should someone rescue the snowball?

  • There are many things abundant in life. But they tend to be the worse things in life.
    Environmental damage is abundant. Povery is abundant. People are abundant, but not quite abundant enough to solve the first two.

  • There’s no more enlightenment for anyone. The silence is gone.
    There is no more sitting under a bonsai and breathing in the quiet. Cars go by.