Consider This…
A short selection, for your pondering, chin-stroking pleasure, from my [163] published aphorisms.
Yes to it all. Yes to the very end.
Heaven is agony, but nobody minds.
Hell is painless, but everyone is concerned.
He who will not be warned shall be a warning unto others.
The opposite of love is not hatred, but lack of passion.
The gates of heaven resist effort, but open to passion,
because passion doesn’t push.
People usually praise humility, generosity, selflessness and quiet, enduring pacifism because these things bring them advantage.
Laws that don’t die are favoured by minds that don’t live.
Some die of hunger and do not complain,
others drop their sandwich and moan about it all day.
If, if, if, if, if. Yes, it might happen, yes it might.
Now put that aside and get on with your day.
To make it across temporal deserts one must
daily drink from fountains of eternity.
Brightly lit rooms hide dark secrets.
Somebody must have infected Josef K., for one morning,
without having presented any symptoms, he was admitted…
Beware of any idea that you don’t need to be in love to understand.
The most effective propaganda is not the master telling lies.
It is the slave building his own counterfeit world from facts.
The man who works for reward does less
than the man who doesn’t work at all.
Those who talk too loudly never say anything worth overhearing.
There is always just enough time to choose to not get annoyed.
There are no ugly women, just unhappy ones.
Don’t cry over spilt civilisations.
The grave of the tragic hero is scattered with the flowers of ideology.
The problem is not the problem.
Could you please shut up? I can’t hear what you are saying.
What you are worrying about is a lie.
That you are worrying about it is a clue.
The room of the mind is in the mansion of the heart which, itself, is actually down a long back road in the empire of the senses.
It’s not that I am conscious of nature, it is that nature is conscious through me.
Gratitude eats anxiety.
You get what you are.
You are what you notice.
People who don’t believe in mystery have a blind belief in the ordinary.
Half past three on a Wednesday is very sharp.
Twenty past four on a Thursday, however, is very round.
The path to treating people like things begins with treating things like things.
Time will deliver your innermost to you in the form of the situation you are in.
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is a threatening freak who must be lynched.
Look for love, find mystery.
Look for mystery, find love.
You are carrying, across a wasteland, the last lit candle on earth.
You have been reading a mashed up extract from two collections of aphorisms. One of which concludes my collection of essays, Ad Radicem, and the other is the closing chapter of my new revolutionary pocket guide to existence…
