What can you say about a society that says that God is dead and Elvis is alive?
Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
Think of life as a terminal illness, because, if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.
Normal is not something to aspire to, it's something to get away from.
Maybe the most any of us can expect of ourselves isn't perfection but progress.
The two symbols of the Republican Party: an elephant, and a big fat white guy who is threatened by change.