Someone once asked me whether I am an idealist or a dreamer. I'm neither. I consider myself an optimistic realist. I see reality, but I give it the benefit of the doubt

Unanswered prayers of lowly birth/On wings of folly round the earth/Illusion clouds the eyes that raise/To the emerald gods they praise

Happiness can be achieved once we know all we can and accept all we can't

God makes sense. It is naive to think that something so complex as the human being, with its capacity for compassion, knowledge, guilt, and love, could have been spontaneously created by some cosmic hiccup

We must escape this monotony, this slavery of our minds, We have not achieved complete freedom yet

Will we ever return to a time before dreams were slogans?

In dreams we can recreate love, fear, guilt, happiness. In our minds we can create this superficial reality with exact copies of human emotion and feeling. The only thing we cannot create is pain. Couldn't it be said, then, that pain is the ony real feeling, the only real substance in the world

The question shouldn't be "is there life after death" but "is there life before death

I'm tired of all this isolation. I'm tired of this triviality of life. I want real human emotion. I want to feel the natural spontaneity of life, the beautiful randomness and rawness that is life. I want to see you and I want you to see me and I want to bask in that moment of humility and intimacy and the acknowledgement of your dignity and my humanity, even if it is for a second. That'll be enough

We are missing something. Our youth today is empty. No longer do the children dream and believe they can change the world. Apathy has destroyed the beautiful idealism of our youth. The intricate illusions and fearless aspirations. The gleam in a child's eye. God help us. All hope is truly lost