To assume that I and I alone have all the answers is to eventually find myself entirely alone without any answers.

At the point that it dawns on me that I am not God I have finally made room for God.

To declare myself as a genius immediately evidences that I am not.

The assumption of ‘rights’ is the cancer of privilege.

Maybe what I need to be rescued from is the feeling that I don’t need to be rescued, for without a doubt this is the most difficult rescue of all.

We somehow have led ourselves to believe that our questions are big enough to encircle life, and that life is small enough to be contained by the answers. The real question might be, are we ignorant or just plain stupid?