Small Talk (51)

aphorisms and short reflections

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if you're not internally motivated, you'll be externally demotivated







i feel intensely, and with paradoxical detachment








some things are better left unsaid, so i write them








i used to be on the fence about Chesterton, but then i took the fence down without a second thought










Masanobu Fukuoka convinced me that traditional agriculture, while not as bad as its modern variety, is still destructive, and insufficient, and that we need something beyond antiquity, both new and primordial. i then applied the same framework to other things.









not only can the church and science be reconciled, they deserve each other.









i am a dualist in two senses, and in one of those senses also a duelist









yesterday before bed my wife said something that sparked an idea for a story. i fell asleep thinking it over, woke up still thinking it over, then spent the morning writing it and barely thought about anything else until i finished. apparently it rained and i didn't even notice. what a drug. 







have you heard the good noose, it's at the end of the rope







there is no special place in hell







i've never played a role playing game, other than real life








i would never take a pupil that would accept me as a master









i don't have instincts, i have distincts










it baffles me that it's so hard for so many people who otherwise know better (or maybe not) to simply refrain from playing with the mad demon machine.









most of my projects over the last twenty years were stupid, of bad quality and failed. and still they were not a waste of time.









if you want a picture of the future, there's something wrong with you








i could never be a pagan, because i am paganism.








i am not going to explain, that is, to make plain. i'd rather my sentences have hills. they look like breasts.









the beginning is wherever and whenever we want. and it's usually in the middle.









book about online mysticism called The Clout of Unknowing









sanity is a martyr for genius








the evidence is overwhelming that God's favorite creatures live underwater









these are not my real aphorisms. my real aphorisms are hidden away, aging.










find joy in God, eternity, the soul. you know, the little things

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