Dear reader,

The thoughts provided represent the closure to the most difficult time in my life.

*Pause for dramatic effect*

& An end to the worst year of my life – 2021. I hope you attain a sense of value in its contents.

Formalities aside! Welcome to my metamorphosis.

That is all, happy reading.

I hope you know this meeting (yes, between you & I, specifically you reading these words dictum) is not by coincidence. Alone, we are alone. It is difficult. It is necessary.

An absence of pain is not an absence of hardship. An absence of happiness is not an absence of bliss. When you come across your bridge, remember why you started. This book lays as testament to a will unsatisfied. I hope you attain some comfort knowing that I know this is going to be painful. Endurance is the end; the goal is the means. Working towards something manifests fulfillment in its truest form.

I don't know if I'm gonna make it but I'm going to fucking try.

Greatness is a farrago of trivialities done really well. Yea, life is gonna continue to kick the shit outta you when you're down but don't worry just wait and gather your strength. When you're strong enough, pick yourself up, tap life on the back, and roundhouse kick that motherfucker in the face. No need to hit him while he's down either, just wait for him to get up again and put him back on his arse.

Balance & moderation, that's all folks.

New rule: Every week is the hardest week of your life.

Some people are so broke, all they have is money. But some people are so broke, no money is all they have. What we do in the dark, illuminates via an inevitable exposure to light, and echoes throughout eternity.

All barriers fall eventually to the manifestation of a convicted will.

You're not dead yet.

We're still enslaved.

As my power proliferates, yours diminishes. As I move ahead, you evanesce. As I aggrandize, you devolve. As I grow, you dwindle. As I live, you die.

One moment at a time.

Is there meaning where this pain resides?

Love is not a word, it's an act.

Inimical.

Life is a farrago of complexities.

The ballerina presides within a domain in which she possesses plenary authority. She commands captivation as she ebulliently glides across her tacit jurisdiction.

If ignorance is bliss, is it zest?

You know, in your mind's eye, the right way forward, the question is, what presides to be in the way?

The happiest people, live the saddest lives.

In losing yourself in the pursuit of excellence, you attain it.

People change.

They're not your friend if you have to go through the process. – Kenyohn Clark

We are emotional creatures, yet our emotions deceive us.

When you force things upon people, they become rebellious. – Llewelyn Robertson

Never settle.

Momentum is everything.

Time will tell.

Life breeds life.

Stand still! Through patience, the path ahead is unveiled.

When the fear of death presents itself to us in mind and body, we are most exposed. We realize the frailties of our individual faculties and autonomy – we are most aware that we are a living creature. Failure is apposite, as with death; entertaining the thought of it merely brings one, one step closer to it. It is only when we live our lives in the now, that is, when we realize we are life, not death, ambitious not frail, moving from failure not to, that we see the grave momentous nature inherent within the course of life is shown every day in our habitually individualized manifested epochs, which when universalized, simply display one's objective epoch and conferring world view. In this, we realize our world is the product of everyone and anything living. From this we arrive at the current state of affairs in our world; those we love, that we like, what we do … Which when confronted by the face of decay and the magnitude of death's swift yet fair definitive essence alarms us to caution — in the face of something that takes everything away, we retreat and flee to the idiosyncratic details of our lives that we are convinced, nay convicted believe possess meaning, simply for being constituent of a life, in which the fear of death, in its singing to our inhibitions, compels one to yield and entertain the thought that all that we do and see may no longer prevail to exist in the mere blink of an eye. I challenge you to stand, not for my sake, not for yours, but for all those who have succumbed to the threat in question, whether it be failure or death; such conceptual realities only aggrandize in the action and thought one takes to making such words a reality as opposed to atavistic folklore not suitable for the current time and will in which one expresses in her everyday travels and battering, nay clamoring of its petty and pesterous travails and vicissitudes. In cognizance of this, one finds that death possesses to only be a threat in her life and not a reality, as shown by her very existence serving testament to the fact. It is the fear of death that keeps us so intertwined with it, not the event of death itself. Fear is the wrecker of all dreams, it calls upon our disquietudes in such a calm manner that we are masqueraded by its inimical presence and dragooned to inaction over the fear of; Failure is the quelling of all action, that which mimics us into believing that the individual events in one's life course represent her inherent value and the inadequacies to perform in a manner that one believes they can, apposite to society and their respective life course that can render, in the sole instance, and the aggregate, one in a comatose state, simply due to the fact that playing dead as opposed to attempting to live already renders a deterministic outcome that, albeit negative is not uncertain, plagued by the illusion of hope, merely for one to fall in face of climbing the mountainous and precipitous terrain on the pursuit towards living a life of excellence that makes us feel as if; Death is the destroyer of life, the corroder of ideals, the numbing of sentience out of this particular existence, the domain of darkness for many and light for few; a penumbra for many more and a notion not entertained by those too affixed on what is happening in the very present now and very changeable future.

What are you waiting for? No, seriously what the fuck are you waiting for? This prolonging of the inevitable, this sedentary immersion in virtual utopia, this sitting of nil, this submission to inadequacy, this procrastination of pain, this prognostication of nothing – presides to be an obstacle for many of us. It seems as if, by human nature, we are creatures that have a grave proclivity and affinity for delaying our societal, and more importantly, personal obligations. Why is it that our most focal of onuses, the ones that concern our very lives and the quality it will impact on others, is so easily drowned, in its importance, by the likes of an accumulation of seconds, transferred to an accumulation of minutes, transmogrified into a proliferation of hours, and transported into a great deal of time not doing shit and being comfortable with one's own implicit lack of drive to be something, let alone something of merit? The answer may be found to lay as testament to the inherently perfecting nature in society, rendered through a spatial-temporal lens, which quite adequately shows that 99% of the time, in literally everything we do, someone, one day, one moment, one time, have it what you will, has done the same thing arising interest or calling in your life, distinctly and quite concerningly, better. I challenge you to stand. Not for my sake. Not for yours. But for those who are better than you. It is this 1%, this existence of hope, a peak hole of light in the dark dwellings of our own personal caves that invokes us to entertain, nay pursue the thought that maybe we have a right to attempt to climb to the peak of our aspirations, whatever they may be … It is in the mutual exchange of the guards, the continual overtaking and undertaking of one another, the pitting of energy against energy to quell it only to see it be manifest again with an even greater light than before, scarred by notions of inadequacy and an existence suboptimal to those of a chosen or great few, that renders the constant commingling struggle between anyone and anything, everyone and everything, living or dead, the will to simply start an endeavor.

Why run? What is it you hide from? As people we tend to carry with us this view that every interrogative presides to determine a definitive finding. Our imaginations remain to be so brittle that whereof one walks across the murky weeds in chi his destination leads, thereof one fails to see the variegated manifested paths awaiting, nay inviting, a precocious eye to explore their endless possibilities – however for the common man such an inference will not, for the sake of pride, look beneath himself. Whereof one cannot see, thereof one cannot know.

Hear me now and listen closely. Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Do not make a pariah out of me, do not poor gasoline into the fire of ambition my heart possess a perpetual depth for. Everything, anything; everyone, yes that means you too, is within reach of my gaze, if you seek to take advantage of my abilities and proclivity for altruism that is your choice, but do not expect an absence of retaliation. If you are going to poke the bear, make sure you stick it.

The greatest gift to those who surround you is given in your striving to be your best. This pursuit intrinsically yet ironically confers immeasurable value to none other than you, while also conferring correlative value to those around you who choose to do with that gift what they will. Whether it be something that gifts immeasurable or minimal value, incremental or unquantifiable utility, its existing serves the interests of both oneself and those around her — in being the gift of moving, or at least attempting to take steps closer towards the illusory end of human perfectionism via both an independent and universal means of introspection and extrospection for the virtue in the Aristotelian concept's virtue within its contents.

History Can Be Rewritten. – John Bennett Woodard II

Who knew? – John Bennett Woodard III

Once your curiosity dies, you die.

Our curiosity carries with it a spotlight. The size of it only to be determined by the extent in which our curiosity stretches. Many of us, in fear of being laughed at, or plainly booed off stage for our failure to entertain those at the destination in which our curiosity extends proceed to call in the show early, or perhaps never cue rolling the film at all. If one is to be truly curious, he must first embrace all that comes with the spotlight; he must learn to dance, he must step up to the call to Action! The ballerina only presides to pirouette because of her resolve and trust in herself and her capabilities. One may have to learn to crawl before one can stand, but one certainly must learn to cultivate the fruits of curiosity before feasting in its spotlight.

Perhaps Einstein, perhaps. I suppose Einstein viewed the opinions of gamblers, lottery ticket holders, and those prone to exiting and re-entering rehabilitation clinics to be a chimera fit for making sense of some substance only in the minds of those due for occupying mental asylums. Our travels present the vermiculated swaying's of the mind and our current state of affairs proffering an alternative account — one this genius solicits in defiance of the smaller than ordinary Einsteinian mind. Yes, it may be true in a variety of occasions that attempting to do the same procedure repeatedly for purposes of attaining different outcomes may damn well prove to be the ironically incognizant crux belonging to those who are truly insane, if not medically accredited or de jure — Einsteinian merited, de facto, and approved by those of common mind and being. However, if you are repeatedly striving to reach the apex of your desired callings and abilities fret not, this saying need not have applicability nor force to the state of your mental composition or probability of success in your future endeavors. Failure as with everything, is apposite, subject to circumstances the mind may or may not foresee. The confrontation of an obstacle in the road, albeit an inconvenience, may attain unmitigated convenience when viewed ex post facto in the full scale of the life course; for it is the curiosity and the expanding of the limelight we attain, whether we seek it or not, in the pursuit of continually perfecting ourselves and the quality of what our lives present to the everchanging tables of community and history that have been worn down since the genesis of deaths ineluctable presence. Sometimes it is in the repetition of the same action time and time again in hopes of attaining a different result that sparks the rare, rutilant fire one needs in discovering success. I question — what is the difference between the man who strikes at a tree a thousand times in the same spot and the one who strikes a thousand in a different spot? Well, one will eventually bring the damned thing down. Perhaps if we changed our course of trajectory, the now discovered epiphanies and revelations in our lives as a result of our dogmatic and unproven ways would have never surfaced in our minds due to our unfettered disposition to give up the cause in the name of sanity. I challenge you to repeat, not for my sake, not for yours, but for all those who believe they are fighting a losing battle, nay worthy cause. Albert, in the pursuit of excellence one need not confer time to ponder how he may change his strategy, he needs just try and try again.

E = mc²

Energy and mass as with insanity and genius … are very much interchangeable … after all.

Find yourself presiding to be surrounded in an air of objectivity. Flee from the illusions of personal comfort and imminent gratification. Why be content when you can be contentious? Why conform when you can contrast? Why preserve when you can perverse? Why acquiesce when you can rebel? Why collaborate when you can conspire? Why settle when you can raise? In the pursuit of truth, one must avert to caution in seeking for veritas and not finding its tempestuous & arid cousin it presides to be anathema to verisimilitude. In plain English … Don't Fake It. Just Make It.

Avail yourself to the thoughts of those around you, pluck the fruits of their labor and drink in adoration of the existence of what we may perceive to be other minds. Does everybody love you? Are you the most liked person in your shanty town? Are you Captain Popular? No? Do people loathe you? Avoid you out of fear of actually having to converse with you in the act of exchanging sentences and interchanging awkward body gestures and stiff hand signs? Either way, a healthy medium would infer that you're doing something correct. The sad reality is that no one is liked by everyone, the conferred illusion of its appearance can be a hard pill to swallow by those thoroughly convinced that their adequacies and idiosyncratic layman phenomena and habits are the envy and adoration of all lucky enough to inhabit a view. Irrespective of the ratio or proportionality in the number of people you have around you that want you to succeed and those that want you to fail; both infer that you are doing something right and quite effectively too. The enemy of my enemy is my friend; the friend of my friend is my friend — we are all simply moving through this bubble of space and time in which we call life. Define Yourself.

How do you carry yourself? Are you self-aware? Do you hold yourself to a certain standard? A degree of personal excellence? Is there light in your eyes? Is your soul pulchritudinous or entrenched in sinusoidal sin? Do you command improvement from those around you? Move outside of your mind and body — do you attain a sense of inspiration from what you see? The objective of philosophy, if you will, may be posed in the question: why are we even here? The answer: to build. We've inherited an inadequate world, one whose inadequacies are not to be completely quelled but alleviated through the most viable means possible. Onwards to victory. Leave nothing within or out of reach.

If you ain't got logic, you ain't got shit.

They will destroy you even when there presides to be nothing to destroy.

How long? How long will you last surrounded by the unfettering views that accompany that gleaming light? No matter how long you last, there ain't nothing black and white Americans hate more than a nigga dancing in the spotlight who knows he can dance. Ain't nothing we hate more, than a nigga who knows he's fucking brilliant.

Out of order. – Wayne Moore

Simple sells, complex compels.

Don't ask the question if you don't wanna know the fucking answer. – Shelby Sines Neal

THE LINE IS BREAKING. – Eyram Awittor-Awuma

By any means necessary.

Is the source of your happiness artificial? Is the most awaited part of your day an influx of dopamine from something that deprives you of your liberty in the definitive scheme? Why? Why is your Y satisfied by an inimical X? Alas, we have made our swift return to the initial query. It is necessary to elucidate just what an artificial fix proclaims and purportedly professes to be. If X is something that one can instrumentally use to positively attain a sense of happiness, then [X] may be the term for something that one instrumentally uses negatively to attain a sense of happiness. For simplicity, let us make happiness equal to Y. [X] are means used to attain the immediate sense of Y through a sense of instant gratification or harmful ways. In using [X] as a means to attain happiness one does not actually attain Y but more so, [Y] — the sense of happiness derived is attained in an instance, and presumably gone by tomorrow. Masquerading itself in efficiency and effectiveness, it dragoons us to turn over our souls for our inability to sit still, simply because we let it.

Habits maketh man. Conscribe your need to imbibe, quell your impel to inhale, prevaricate the imposition to pontificate your resolute disposition to madness; instead, postulate for a moment, supplant from the desire to be an exponent, nay withdraw from your claim to a throne possessed by a proponent of a faith satiated in beliefs presiding to be invidious, inimical, iniquitous, and utterly improprietous in nature so much so that such beliefs have consistently convicted you to the cause that their being is inevitable, irrevocable, and utterly inexorable — rendering you intransigent to the introducing of an incompatible, independent, disparate yet all too enlightened view that you can, nay will overcome the personal struggles and vicissitudes accompanying a true transmutational transformation bringing with it the transfiguration & metamorphosis that awaits one, if he can only, for the sake of God and himself, get out of his own damned ways and behold that which is truly his: insusceptible freedom.

How does one appear cooler than the coolest person in the room? The try-hard effect. Try your hardest and you won't have to worry about how things appear; they simply are. When you try your hardest in anything you do, it will individually render you the coolest person to whom it matters the most: yourself, irrespective if anyone else actually takes account of such, it doesn't bloody matter as long as you know within yourself that anytime you are conscribing to the try-hard effect — that is the pursuit of excellence to the very height of your affinities and aptitude — you will succeed in being the coolest person in the room irrespective of whether anyone knows it or not. The second that pen hits the paper, my hands the keyboard, the shit — the fan, if you will — I know it's game. Everyone else doesn't matter, nothing does — just me simply knowing that I tried my hardest.

killed that shit bruh. — Gabriel Robertson (2020)

In seeking to enter the professional world, do not concern yourself with how much a job enables you to earn, but rather how many birds it kills with a lone stone.

In trying, you are becoming.

Every action has its consequent reaction.

Racism is not a word.

I grow restless, unable to sit amidst my thoughts in fear of an unmitigated assail on my morale and stature in which I carry myself throughout the day. A little leaven, leaveneth the whole lump — Corinthians 5:6 — it's bloody true, an inimical veridical, an elemental truth. We must question, when does the sabbatical become fanatical? More importantly, when does the veridical become inimical? Alone. We are alone. It is difficult. It is necessary. I am the product of my world and everything within. Like many of you brave enough to continue the muddled trails of thoughts dictum here, I have grown weary and dreary, dissatisfied and classified, closed off if you will to the outside world. I am weak, for now. You can smell it can't you? Something must have happened — his sentences are lacking that usual verbosity, his words are falling from might like light in night. The effect is quite a precarious one, the end must be near for this one, we can after all only endeavor for so long before we kneel before our fate: the ability to feel.

Truth is made, not sought.

The man who knows his weaknesses is an inviolable foe.

I believe that my world is the product of my experiences. Everything within interaction, everything that has blessed to me the gift of its exposure is responsible for the way in which I perceive & conceive of all this to be exposed, in time. My experiential interaction then, ex post facto, confers a viewpoint in my respective cerebrum that I get to call "mine." From this, we ask ourselves "yes but why does any of this matter in the plenary scheme of things?" Well, my curious friend, our inquisition leads us down the path of precipitous terrain many fear to trail. The object of philosophy if you will may be posed in the question akin to: why are we even here? The answer: to build. We've inherited an inadequate world, one whose inadequacies are not to be completely quelled but alleviated through the most viable means possible — one that appreciates the true sagacity of the human spirit, the pursuit of excellence. We may not be able to eradicate all human inadequacy out of the picture, but that ought not prevent us from the attempt of becoming something in which one is quite inherently & paradoxically not — clear of inadequacy. Every moment that passes unveils humanity's resistance to its own futility; plainly put we will not stop; we will not be overcome. For there is simply nothing as quintessentially entwined with the human spirit as the property of progress.

Actions possess a consequent reaction but what of inaction? Procedural safeguards may be detrimental to the extent in which one's constitutional framework procures democracy over liberty, privacy over autonomy, protection over initiative, artificiality over reality.

Be impenetrable. Conscript yourself to a life of incremental refinement. The rhythm will find itself, it is after all, the property of progress.

Action is word.

Do not cover his eyes, for they do not deceive him. The horrors of our world ought to pull forth from him the courage, nay the onus to equip himself with the necessary tools at his disposal to quell the tasks too difficult for those who have come before him to solve, or to fall, and be corroded by such vicissitudes. Survive, then thrive; in attempting to stay afloat, we pull within us the strength, nay the audacity, to fly.

It will fall. It must.

Evolve yourself beyond the dimensions in which you are exposed, in doing so you embody the reaffirmation of the body's subconscious preservation, when the duality between mind and body meets for purposes of fortified preservation, the self is ineluctable to physical, manifest, and transcendental, not yet manifest, both thought and object.

The right to consciousness is inalienable.

At some point, you gotta stop. – Shelby Neal

The shackles are off! The phoenix rises! – Shelby Neal

The calling to confront a new endeavor carries with it feelings of initial angst and uncertainty in fighting the task ahead. Do not fret. As you lunge in for your first assault it may seem daunting that your target may see it coming, fret not, for we see his counter and have already prepared the course of action needed to quell the presence of such an innocuous threat veiled in invidious iniquity. As the fight progresses, you realize that while it may be painful to endure, you have already done so. The longer the preservation, the greater the entanglement; the greater the pain, the higher the tolerance; the more prominent the threshold, the deeper the cause. The incoming and proliferating barrage of fists calls to you to increase your own frequency until alas! Inevitably one finds his rhythm in the depths of pain, it calls upon you to numb yourself to infirmity. To have rhythm, is to have complete control.

I have always loved classical music; Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik provoked one of my earliest memories of appreciation for the classical sound. A sense of sophistication that felt inherently unbecoming of me. Understandably, for many, they prefer the tune of silence to an arduous task. These are what I find to be the requisites for a life fulfilled — it is through our likes and idiosyncrasies that we play the music to our progress, the beat to the drum, the tune to our accomplishments, the song of our life. Philosophy and classical music have always touched my being and in doing so transitioned the flame of my volition strong enough for a sense of culmination between waltz and rhythm through progress furrowing me to attain a sense of peace. Life after all is nothing but a waltz between you and the shadow that lurks beneath.

Values transcend the game.

Cast a stone into water and see the ripples that manifest throughout time. Apply pressure to enact change in your surroundings.

Be the ripple for change, a catalyst for positive reverberation.

Everyone's a little fucked up.

We all dream of becoming rich, but only the ones who never truly wake up are.

Treat every task as if your life depends on it because it very well may.

When people displease you, rob them of your presence.

To be humble is not to say one is humble.

Going out is overrated.

When someone projects their insecurities onto you, there is no more appropriate reaction than that of joy.

Progress transcends success.

Fight for every margin.

See the good in people, and if there is no good, be the good.

Hard work becomes less hard.

We move. — Gabriel Robertson

No price may be placed on the currency of attention.

Every day is final.

Be safe. Be healthy. Be good. — Peter Wallenstein

Nothing is as it appears.

When you're in the hypothesis construction business your job is never done. — Wallenstein

The captain of the ship does not get second guessed. — Wallenstein

Every day is exam day.

The math of morals is dubious yet rewarding, contentious yet refining.

Great obstacles bear potential for great pain and great joy. Grave sorrow yet grave growth.

Put others first in order to put yourself first.

Lay your seeds, let them sow. — Michael Consiglio

Veritas is craft not found.

{veritas create non est inventus}

None of this actually matters.

Text out of context is pretext. — Larry

It's remarkable what you can accomplish when you don't have to be civilized. — Wallenstein

I'm not particularly particular. — Wallenstein

I feel like my life's autobiography should be in fiction. — John Bennett Woodard III

If you're going to do something really impossible, make it a game. If you make it a game, you ought to keep score. — Wallenstein

If it's got to be done, it can be done. If it can be done, I can do it. — Wallenstein

Just cause it's wrote down, don't mean it's true. — Wallenstein

It's not where you go or who you know but who you are and what you know.

The trouble is, you think you have time. — Anonymous

Knowledge knows no colour.

Nothing is easy. — 白老师

You cannot start if you never finish.

Certainty is an illusion.

Ignorance is an acquired taste.

The presence of darkness curtained by night veils an entropic incivility.

The kinetic hesitancy in thought bears the capacity to welcome new dawns, civilizations, and ideas, but most of all, hope.

The micro hints to the macro.

To fail is to live.

In silence, we speak.

Success is an iterative enterprise.

The battlefront in intellectual warfare is an unpredictable one; to win, victory must come from within.

Time is an illusion.

Count the strokes, not the sentence, the suffering not the seconds. Pressure over pain; tension over time.

If you want to transform a place: 1. You have to be smart. 2. Work really hard. 3. Be really lucky. — Wallenstein

Sometimes you just gotta jump.

There's both the triumph of change and the pain of change and it doesn't have to be a zero sum game. — Wallenstein

Ingratiate yourself in the company of excellence and you will find yourself learning residually.

If speech is silver, then silence is gold. If silence is gold, then rumination is diamond.

It's the process more than the product. — Wallenstein

To look is to judge.

No progress is progress.

There's nothing to complain about but there's always reason to be better.

They gon' remember me.

The objective is failure.

This is a test.

GET ANGRY. I'M TAKING THE HOUSE. I AM ZACHARIAH ROBERTSON.

We are streams of consciousness.

In the aftermath of being broken we emerge whole. There is a propelling property in the consolidation of the rubble — the detritus becomes divine.

The remnants of the past form our future.

Get dirty — the man with no stains on his apron has not entered the kitchen.

Life is not fair, that's the beauty of it.

There are some things that are prudent to worry about. — Doreen Roberts

The only way is through.

Most of us are innovators in the sense that we weave together existing ideas. — Sewall

Nothing is guaranteed apart from that which You guarantee.

I'm still here.

I'm in too deep.

The pièce de résistance is always the dessert. — Beverly Kingston

I am being abducted. *Stated in a Dream*

When you wake up in the morning, realize that you possess the potential to genuinely change this world. How does one conquer the sun?

He strikes at night.

Because I can.

We must transcend ourselves.

Power is leverage.

"That's the logic in the madness." — Weisband

"We're living in a post-truth era." — Weisband

"Being mortal means having to choose." — Wallenstein

Feedback is action in relation to reaction.

"Not doing is also doing." — Lou

Make your former self proud and future self great. — Woodard

What is the consequence of your being?

Someone's got to lead the pack.

We must become comfortable in loss.

Those who do not expose vulnerability to others only do so to themselves.

We are vessels for experience.

Reality confides in the power of our will. For me, this means perennial war. What of you?

Make far more vivid things that would otherwise be abstractions. — Wallenstein

Nobody tells me what to do! — Wallenstein

You have to have a way of imposing language on a phenomenon so you can actually see it. — Wallenstein

All experience is perceived.

I can't take a man seriously if he is wearing half of his life savings on his neck. — Woodard

Life is given meaning through loss.

The longer I live, the more I understand we are all the same. — Weisband

If everybody is responsible, nobody is responsible. — Weisband

Define your own creativity through curiosity — for yourself. — Weisband

You always read the end because the end is where the soul is. — Weisband

The more you know, the more you want to know. — Weisband

The best things in life come when conscious and sober. — J.W.

Power becomes position. Power loves to become invisibilised. Power is everywhere and nowhere. — Weisband

Language is so interesting — when you don't get it, you don't get it. — 白老师

People die.

If life is nothing but a play am I your villain? Is the show an unfolding tragedy or has it passed? Is there a sequel or is this our only shot? If so, let's make it worth our while.

I can predict the future, and every once in a while I'm right. — Wallenstein

Do your due diligence because if you don't sweat the details, someone may die. — Pensek

Life isn't fair, we must understand this reality before we continue.

In creating a solution we must give it its own authority.

To be nowhere is to be somewhere.

When the human condition is lessened, we are all lessened. — Weisband

Everything is up for interrogation. Everything is up for interrogation. — Wallenstein

The conclusion was already there; the evidence was unnecessary and irrelevant. — Wallenstein

The higher the threshold for pain, the lower the threshold for joy.

Do not forgive, do not forget.

You have the high ground.

What has two sides but lands on tails anytime you flip it? LOVE.

If I was doing any better I'd have to be twins. — Anonymous doorman

Never let a girlfriend take you away from finding your wife. — Austin

Doubt inspires our pursuit.

Fortuna is always arbitrary; she doesn't even know when she is going to stab you in the back. — Weisband

It won't be purpose fulfilled if you don't feel fulfilled. — Woodard

Life is a marathon, no one wins but records are broken.

Things didn't happen to me the way I thought they would when I was young, so you don't know what's gonna happen to you in the future. — 白老师

When you run from something you reveal your position to it.

In youth we are ephemeral yet invincible; through age we become immortal and eternal.

Morality is a priority only if you are strong enough to support it. — Sean

I am my constituent.

Slavery teaches us that we can compartmentalize our lives. — Jim

Never be discouraged. Never be dismayed, never fall asleep. — Weisband

In his madness there is a goodness. — Weisband

You never learn until you start to teach. — Weisband

We need a whole new way of thinking that emphasizes creative imagination, not scientism. — Weisband

You never know, a few words may make a motherfucker's day. — Woodard

Beauty doesn't need to ask for attention. — Woodard

You cannot see gravity but it is pulling you down every day. — Michael

Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds. — J. Robert Oppenheimer

Well, J. Robert Oppenheimer needs to work on his English. — Michael Consiglio

It's not romance until it's romance.

People like flattery.

I'm thankful for being able to be thankful.

When you chase money, it will run away.

We don't know what we don't know. — Woodard III

All I have to offer is everything.

People don't question authority that commands itself.

One of the most important aspects in life is one's trust in relationships. — Woodard

We live in a warm wonderful world but there are cold components to it. — Woodard

We create community discursively — we speak to each other, we argue with each other, but in the basis create an overarching community of debate that makes us belong to each other. We don't belong to each other because we don't debate with each other enough; we don't care enough. We lose ourselves in ideology.

I don't like the word community. Because the word community has common in it. I don't want commonality. I want heterogeneity but I want it to be MY world. I want plurality in community. We don't love each other anymore. We trivialize ourselves. And we deny ourselves our humanity — we deny the best of ourselves when we deny ourselves our love, a transcendental love.

I like purpose. Do you have meaning without purpose? Love is directionality — it's passion & direction and you need both in meaning and purpose.

Justice is a universal principle.

Vice is a corollary of life in excess, not deficiency.

A man that is happy with nothing does not have nothing.

Sometimes you just gotta pounce when the opportunity comes. — Wallenstein

When you've written a whole whole lot and you've cleaned it up and you're happy with it, that terrain will not be easily lost and relinquished. — Wallenstein

When do you speak up about something or when do you just swallow it & say "not worth my time?"

It's HOW you say it not WHAT you say.

Treasure your freedom and use it wisely.

Nation-states are monsters, they're horrible creatures. — Weisband

There isn't one among us that isn't a child of uncle Immanuel. — Weisband

Never be discouraged. Accountability is a language. — Weisband

Rights are more constraining than liberating.

Death is certain, life is not.

One has to recognize Justice is a universal principle. Norms are not universal. — Weisband

I am meticulous about getting things right. — Wallenstein

Could be true, like a lot of the stuff I say. — Wallenstein

How quickly morality falls when one feels hunger.

You cannot put a price on integrity.

My job is to lay down grenades. I've been doing that for years, laying down grenades. — Wallenstein

To write one paragraph, maybe two, you squeeze turnips, get blood and write stuff. — Wallenstein

Where there is love, there is hope.

If everything is available to everyone, nothing is available to anyone.

It's just the beginning. — Weisband

You work towards plausibility if you can't get absolute certainty. — Wallenstein

They don't walk the talk. — Wallenstein

Too much of a good thing is a good thing. — Michaela James

Seek perfection of character, be faithful, endeavor, respect others, refrain from being a pain in the asshole. — Dominic James

I must right my wrongs before they write my future. — Zach & Max

You can't give away 20% of your company for some fucking pussy. — Max

YoU lOoK lIkE yOu JuSt CaMe FrOm BuCkInGhAm PaLaCe. — Homeless person

Never tell anyone it's your first day on the job, they'll make your life hell.

There's a fine line to be drawn between unsolicited gift giving and bribery.

It's true, Americans know a lot of things but they can't pronounce anything. — Noah Miller

Your best friend is often your enemy. — Mark Western

You reason with yourself. — Llewelyn Robertson

Don't get fooled by randomness. — Western

Your time is now. — Western

You only see it coming because it's happened. — Western

Work implies dislike.

For every new idea starts as something someone appreciates. — Noah

There's always more to give. — Noah

People love to underestimate.

Don't judge on what you see, judge on what you can't see.

I am the universe. — Miguel

The curtains are closed. The show does not go on. — Miguel

Search and you will find. — Grandma

Life is what you make it. So make it good and true. — Grandma & Ingrid

Love what you cook & cook what you love. — Grandad

All good things must come to an end, but all bad things must also come to an end.