I’m a summer man. And every year, the only way for me to let summer go is to pay close attention to autumn’s deepest lesson.
It’s good to pray for others, especially for folks you’d prefer to run over with your car.
The thing about storms is that once they come, the only real way to escape is to endure.
Imagine for a moment that you’re at a funeral. Suddenly, a scratching sound becomes a somewhat shallow thumping from inside the coffin. What do you do? Do you open it?
If I were ever invited to discuss the topic of common sense with philosophers, the first argument I’d bring to the conversation is that the term itself is a misnomer.
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You know the old saying: a gore-stained chainsaw a day keeps the neighbors away.