The Messiah has arrived.

With his Asian girlfriend.

And two little kids.

Everybody’s got something to hide except me and my robot.

Doing nothing is doing something.

Saying nothing is a statement.

You take the love with you.

déjà vu

You can’t beat love.

(But it can beat you.)

I’ll tell you the most important thing I’ve ever learned. It’s

Why can’t I get Das Rheingold out of my head?

Only love mortally wounds.

A man was wondering, how’s it going to end?

So he decided to end it, so he would know exactly how.

Though despondent, he felt ecstatic about this very simple solution.

Felt lightheaded just now.

Heart stopped beating for a second, maybe two.

Maybe I’ll die.

That would take the edge off.

Today as I left the coffee shop I passed a lovely young woman.

She had a slight frame, crushed grey-green eyes.

I looked directly into them.

I didn’t relent, taking in all of her beautiful face without hesitation.

I smiled assuredly with rich delight.

She looked me over — slowly her own rose then broke like a wave.

I kept smiling on the way to my car and all the way home.

If less is more then nothing is everything.

Making moves…

Status of my life right now:

Sitting here asking the universe questions via coin tosses.

We fall in love to lose ourselves.

Sometimes in the love.

Sometimes after the love.

When it ends, what we attached rips away.

It leaves behind the essential, the minimum of ourselves.

When no one loves you, no one knows you.

When no one knows you, you have yourself.

All of yourself.