Our lives are words written in the sand by the fingers of children on an ocean beach waiting to be washed away by the tides of time.
Aphorism No. 556
If it’s edible, it’s not yet garbage.
Aphorism No. 555
The world changes; the stars remain the same.
Podcasts: Sunday, May 30, 2021
Here’s what I’m listening to today at a minimum of 2.5x speed.
Aphorism No. 554
No matter how much you learn, you will always know less than you think.
Aphorism No. 553
Not every poem needs to rhyme.
Aphorism No. 552
Rarely is memory unaccompanied by desire.
Aphorism No. 551
It probably mattered to him, but it matters to almost no one else that Shakespeare had children.
Aphorism No. 550
Words are to writers what wands are to wizards.
Aphorism No. 549
Time is a spiral, not a circle.