You have to lose your mind to come to your senses.

Have you ever noticed that exchanging profundity for popularity is so easy while exchanging popularity for profundity seems almost impossible? 🙂

Limit limitations not expectations. —R-U.S.

Fundamentalism has demonic traits. It destroys the humble honesty of the search for truth, it splits the conscience of its thoughtful adherents, and it makes them fanatical because they are forced to suppress elements of truth of which they are DIMLY aware. -P.T.

If happiness is the yardstick, one can find more of it through acceptance than unacceptance.

Exponentially one can gain more knowledge from failure than success. I say let’s go crash some rockets. 🙂

Lest we lose our focus, we should not lose too much weight on our shoulders. 😉

Ignorance is bliss? Or put less succinctly, not knowing can be quite empowering if done correctly.

…how old we are, the years ahead are potentially better than the years behind. 🙂

Babble in progress…..

I have found that the more often I realize time is not on your side, the more time becomes available (to me). Just kidding.

Since time is not on my side, you should have much more time available (depending on how much time you have).

Perception is a key ingredient to knowing where the time goes. —R-U.S.

By the time we made it, it was over.

Yoinked from Patheos Without Malice:

The resurrection stories presented in the gospels are simply not to be believed. If you examine the gospels themselves you’ll find the writers going into a lot of detail about events that have little if anything to do with our so-called salvation. In Mark, for example, Jesus rambles on and on about eunuchs, eunuchs for god’s sake. Yet the event of the resurrection, upon which the salvation of the entire world depends, is a story as threadbare as a beggar’s garments. And it’s the same in all the other gospels as well, although not to such a great extent. This makes no sense at all, neither does it make any sense that Jesus would supposedly preach and do miracles before thousands – providing a free lunch for ten thousand one day, and for five thousand the next – just to show that he is indeed the messiah, but when he returns from the grave in total glorious victory over death and hell and all that stuff, he runs away and hides out with his homeboys in Galilee. Anyone with half a brain would rightfully ask, “What the hell is going on here. How come he didn’t show himself to those who doubted, to those who crucified him? Why the hell didn’t he march right into Jerusalem and show his glorious self to the high priest and to Pilate?” There is no good answer for any of these questions, and not even a good answer for why they had to borrow the story of Romulus appearing to friends on the road to Rome after his own resurrection event and turn it into the Emmaus Road encounter. None of these stories sound real, they all sound like ad-hoc fictional narratives.