Leaving Home


















It's not the holding of his hand,
but the pulling of his arm that makes a boy leave home.





~ Words and photograph by Russ Allison Loar
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# 71:

Truth is eternal and cannot be changed by the interpretations of people.

No one owns the truth.



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Brush Your Teeth!











Brush your teeth
Good and well
Cause if you don’t
You’ll burn in hell.










~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by Cathy Keifer
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# 232:

There is nothing quite as persistent as reality, but willful ignorance comes close.


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# 72:

You cannot show others the way on a road you’ve never traveled.


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A Worried Man




















He was such a worried man, so sure something
was about to go wrong. Every time the clock
struck the hour, he counted the strikes, fearing
the clock would make a mistake.


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# 115:

Being good is different than acting good.


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Youth Has An Expiration Date


It is somewhat amusing to older folks to hear pop song lyrics and see pop song videos in which handsome young men worship at the altar of beautiful young women. Oh those words of eternal passion, pledged by the young. How quickly terms and conditions come into play as familiarity grows, as obligations mount, as the marriage ties that bind, bind.

And what of the aging process, that chronological decay of flesh that robs us all of youth’s bounty? Can you visualize a wrinkled old man and woman in a pop song video, singing:

Almost paradise
We're knockin' on heaven's door
Almost paradise
How could we ask for more?
I swear that I can see forever in your eyes
Paradise*


Herman, Marjorie & Bess Allison ~ Redondo Beach, California 1917

No, me either. Youth passes, passion passes and we move on. Yet I remember spending the night at my grandparents’ house many years ago when they were in their seventies. I woke up early the next morning and peeked into their bedroom to see if they were still sleeping. I just happened to see them waking up. My old, wrinkled grandfather gave my old, wrinkled grandmother a kiss and said “Good morning.”

Almost paradise.



*From the song “Almost Paradise” written by Eric Carmen and Dean Pitchford



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# 87:

If we could ever figure out how to travel backward and forward in time,
we’d have to get rid of the word “after.”



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The Universal Question


You have to make an effort to not do something, much less not do anything. Perhaps more properly “not doing” should be called “pre-doing.” This suggests a possible answer to the universal question: “What is the universal question?” The answer, of course, is the question.

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Everyone and everything.
Everyone and everything who?
Yes!


So before the universe there was nothing. So what came before nothing? Once again we are faced with the contradictions of logic, which suggest the answer: Nothing. Perhaps then “nothing” should be called “pre-something.” Whatever created the universe, aka, something, was, I suppose, not in existence during the time of “pre-something.” So, once again we return to the question: “Where did the universe (something) come from?” Some quantum physicists may tell you that coming and going, that time itself may only exist in certain selective states. This may be true, for I was in Utah once. Nevertheless, if you find yourself in the company of a quantum physicist, whatever you do, don’t ask what time it is!

Now what I want to know is, what came before nothing, aka pre-something. (I cannot discard my sense of linear time, my sense of here and there, of before and after.) If something indeed came before nothing, then did that which created the something before “pre-something” make a conscious decision to eventually extinguish something and start over again? (There is Biblical precedent for this.) So doing must eventually extinguish not-doing in order to not do nothing.

{Blues riff into with harmonica}

I ain’t gonna do
What I’m not gonna do
Cuz I’m already doing
It
.




~ Writing and Artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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# 80:

Do not confuse being discovered by the world with discovering the world.

The first matters little.
The last is essential.



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Enchanted Princess



She is glowing
And her light penetrates me,
Fills me with unexplainable joy.

She dances playfully around my soul
And I am awakened,
Enchanted.
All is love beyond love.

She has placed a diamond in my heart.

I do not understand the blind
Who cannot see her,
Who see only another pretty girl,
An object to possess,
To label and put into some convenient category.

It weighs on her fragile heart
That anyone should expect her to live
An ordinary life,
This enchanted princess,
Surrounded by so much that is ordinary,
This enchanted princess,
So ready for the magic to begin.



~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Artwork by Cy Brinson
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# 59:

Don’t cast your net too far or too deep.
Catch the fish that are here, where you are.



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Filling

















When at last the lover leaves intensive care,
All is a fragile balance on the edge of relapse.
One must re-learn the enjoyment of simple things:

The bitter spark from a cup of coffee,
The sweetness of sugar on the tip of the tongue,
The penetrating warmth of the sun
Shimmering through the crisp afternoon breeze,
The pleasure of another hour,
Another day,
Filling, filling, filling
That dark and dangerous place
Where love was.





~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Artwork by Maxine (aka: Maxxximpact)
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# 48:

Poets must give one another unadulterated
praise because nobody else gives a damn.



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Despair
















"Don’t do it!” I implored as the old lizard who had lost most of his tail stared wistfully into the frothy, swirling waters of the Jacuzzi.



~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Lizard painting by Robert Lennon
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# 33:

Ideas should serve life,
not the other way around.

The actual life is more important
than the imagined idea.



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Tuesday


















I found a piece of paper in a parking lot.

It had been run over numerous times, torn and trampled, faded by the sun and still damp from a light morning mist.

Because I was not in a hurry; because I was not wearing earbuds and distracted by music; because I was not staring at a cell phone screen; because I was not talking to anyone; because everything has design, color, shape and texture, I picked up the square piece of paper.

It had been some kind of glossy, card-stock advertisement for a nightclub, probably stuck under the windshield wiper of a parked car long ago.

Looking closer, I saw the face of my lost love, a strand of her curly long auburn hair falling across her bare thin shoulder and finely sculpted collar bone.

She was smiling and looking skyward, as if she could see all the way to heaven.

That was Tuesday.




~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Artwork by a parking lot
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You Are Here



You are here.

         I am here.

I am writing this for you to read. How do you like it so far? Not too interesting, eh? Well, you see, there’s a very important theory behind this rather unorthodox way of beginning a . . . of beginning a . . . of beginning this. You see, blah blah, blah and et cetera ad infinitum. (Imagine a long-winded, deeply serious lecture, punctuated with those very special words that immediately give you the impression the speaker is indeed much more learned, articulate and insightful than you, humble reader, could ever be.)

 Excuse me for a minute, I have to get something from the attic.

          [Time passes.]

          {Back again.}

 Thanks for waiting.

          I had to go look for this book on various schools of literary criticism, because I was going to look up a suitable word to brandish in my discussion of  just what in the hell it is I’m doing here. But it seems I’ve brought down the wrong book. You see, I keep all my books on literary criticism packed in boxes up in my attic. I find the chore of writing more relaxing this way. 

Anyway, the word I was looking for was mimetic—an all-time favorite with those who would rather discuss reading than read—but I’ve got the wrong book. Please excuse me for another moment because I must take this book back to the attic, for in browsing through the index, I stumbled upon the entry: “Neo-Platonism,” and it’s making me queasy. I’ll be right back. 

[More time passes.] 

{Back again.} 

Sorry I took so long, but I couldn’t find what I was looking for, and because I am a bit obsessive-compulsive, I nearly got sucked into cleaning my carpets because the steam cleaner is also in the attic, near my box of books on literary theory. 

I do get distracted by the ephemera of everyday life. In fact, I’ve spent the last few years on preparations alone, laying the groundwork for some really serious and incredibly important writing. 

First, I had to buy a computer because the writing machine I purchased shortly after the age of reptiles required cranking by way of foot pedals. Then there was the moving. I had to move to a more literary city where I was less likely to have neighbors who rebuilt 55 Chevys in their garages late into the night. And you know what a time-consuming task moving can be. It was. Only last week did I finally finish decorating my den slash office. And then there were those photo albums I’d always meant to organize. And so forth. 

You get the idea. 

So anyway, I was about to explain that this rather freeform manner in which I am writing is actually based on my experiences in graduate school English department. I learned that one can invent a plausible literary theory for  anything. For example, Hamlet is really a dog afraid to bite his evil master. Bad Hamlet! Bad, bad Hamlet! 

            It’s not that I believe that traditional storytelling is passé. I love a good story, especially when it has the word “that” in it a lot. I myself have many ideas for stories, like the one about how Mozart is reincarnated into the 1970s as a slovenly piano player in a suburban steak house. He can play pretty well, but this time around he attracts more flies than attention. 

But the minute you (I) start writing a story like that, you’re just (I’m just) chained into this traditional structure of character and plot development and so on and so forth, until you just think (I just think), “Why bother?” Because in the end, it’s just another gimmicky story of the type that one sells to the movies (Make me an offer!). Where’s the fun in that? 

Huh? 

[Insert interjection here.] 

So if one (Don’t worry, I’m not going to do this anymore, after this one last time.) does not engage in storytelling, then what is the point? And there (here) we have arrived at the crux of the issue (Sorry, I could not resist one last parenthetical. But then, you had to know it was coming, didn’t you?). 

Was it not some philosopher employed by the Hallmark greeting card company who once wrote, “It’s not the destination; it’s the journey.”? Or is this just an excuse to demonstrate the use of punctuation outside quotation marks, since the question mark in question would alter the original intention of the quoted material if placed within the close-quote marks? (Take that you funky wagnalls.) 

        Which reminds me of a story: 

        Once upon a time, there was a little brown mouse with tiny black eyes who was very, very hungry. He was searching for something to eat in old Mr. Shimelplatzer’s house when he happened upon a bottle of Minoxidil. Old Mr. Shimelplatzer was trying to grow some new hair. The little brown mouse with the tiny black eyes pushed the plastic bottle off the bathroom counter falling to the floor cap flying contents oozing puddle. 

        The little brown mouse with the tiny black eyes scampered over to the towel rack, lowered himself paw-over-paw down the bath towel and tiptoed across the throw rug, leaping over the bathroom scale to inspect the strange-smelling pool of liquid. After the little brown mouse with the tiny black eyes licked it all up, he awakened the next morning to find himself transformed into a super-steroid, red-eyed, 23-foot monster mouse. He subsequently killed a lot of slow-moving  senior citizens before being blown up with microwave radiation by the National Guard. 

        Excuse me for just a moment.

        [A brief interlude, passes.] 

        I had to open the door of my den slash office for Inky, my swaybellied black cat who spends many long hours in the faded adobe-colored recliner where I once spent many long hours writing something I called poetry. Inky will not stop meowing at my door until I let her in, then she meows at me for a minute or two before settling in on the seat of the well-worn recliner, where I once spent many long hours writing something I called poetry. 

        Ah yes, sigh, those heady, ennui-filled days of youth. Now, I sit wearily on this adjustable office chair and type assorted letters into this computer that appear before me on this screen where they line up to become words and sentences, where they all gather together to do this funny little dance called, “Pretending To Matter.”



~ Text and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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# 10:

The road to sainthood is paved with sin.


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Time Travel

















If we could ever figure out how to travel backward in time,
we’d have to get rid of the word “after.”



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# 66:

God is a word we made up
for that which is not a word.



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# 44:

Even the finest words fall away
in early morning birdsong.



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# 39:

At some point you must set aside what you want to happen and realize what is actually happening.


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# 42:

The truth does not depend on public opinion.


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# 29:

The meek may indeed inherit the Earth,
but they will not explore it.



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# 69:

Be imperfect and acknowledge your imperfection. In this way you will become honest and no longer need to present a false image of yourself to the world.


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# 218:

"Normal" is an idea in wet cement.


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# 83:

We are not in this world. We are of this world.


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# 105:

You know you’re getting old when you have a lifetime supply of paper clips.


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# 52:

Philosophy, the graveyard of life.


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# 47:

A kind heart may refuse to judge,
but a wise mind will measure.



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# 241:

I don’t say grace before my meals.
I believe in the separation of church and plate.



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# 24:

Improve the world. Sit quietly. Do nothing.


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# 41:





When we say what something is like,
we replace the actual with the imagined.



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# 256:

If you were granted the power of a god,
your ego would be sorely tempered
by your responsibilities.



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# 1:

Those who believe in God, abandon God.


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# 237:

Weighing one sin against another does not change the fact that a sin is a sin.


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# 108:

It’s not what we take,
but what we make that interests me.

# 13:

The universe is not the product of an intelligent being, the universe is an intelligent being.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 63:

The secret of wisdom
is to question
what you think you know.



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# 8:

In poetry,
the writing is the thing that comes last.



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# 25:

You must give up where you are
before you can get somewhere else.



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# 228:

Someday, people will look back at us and laugh at our appearances. But most of all, they will be amazed at what we believed.


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# 19:

If you are not living the life you imagined, imagine the life you are living.


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# 243:

The game’s no longer fun,
after the game is won.


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# 186:

We are all called.
Some of us listen.
Some of us hear.
Some of us answer.



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# 255:

No mind of man shaped these mountains.


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# 171:

Maintenance is an unwelcome distraction.


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# 169:

The way to end conflict
is to desire an end to conflict
above all else.


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# 181:

Anyone who can look back at life
without feeling some degree of humility
is either a saint or a liar.



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# 160:

Children have a way of living up to
their parents’ worst expectations.



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# 166:

If you pray for the end of all suffering,
you are praying for the end of this world.



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# 155:

It’s original ignorance,
not original sin.



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# 187:

Do not overburden your heart
with what is beyond your influence.



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# 188:

Too many conclusions crowd out the mystery
of not knowing, leaving little room
for the surprise of discovery.



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# 193:

Listen to the inner voice
that tells you what is wise.



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# 153:

If you awaken; if you become enlightened,
it will not free you from pain.

But it will help you understand
the nature of pain, and all other

earthly sensations, better.


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# 253:

The innocence of the future
will defeat the duplicity of the past.


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# 189:

Spiritual growth requires honesty
in every action, in every word spoken,
and, most importantly, in every thought.



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# 252:

Why?
Because God allows everything.
That’s why.



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# 198:

One must resist the slumber
induced by a false sense of permanence.



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# 183:

Is reason superior to emotion?
It depends.
Which would you prefer:
to think about love, or to feel love?



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# 151:

How to stay out of trouble: Wait!


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# 154:

If you ever get everything you want,
you will become a slave to prosperity.



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# 172:

The best teachers do not try to change us,
they help us unlock what is already within.



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# 194:

Do not cloud what is real
and unexplainable
with rational pretense.



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# 190:

The friendliest, most kindhearted people
are those most without fear,
especially fear of themselves.



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# 195:

Instead of arguing,
learn what your adversary thinks and why.



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# 175:

If I didn't know what I know now
I wouldn't know what I know now.
But I know now what
I didn't know when
I didn't know what I know now.


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# 144:

There is no “best” way to satisfy hunger,
with food or religion.



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# 205:

Earth is the place for making mistakes,
the place of learning,
especially,
learning to forgive.



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# 251:

A prayer is an articulation of the soul.


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# 173:

Embrace your sadness,
for the wound must be treated
in order to heal.



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# 143:

We have a moral obligation to embrace joy,
to be as happy as possible.



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# 152:

Everyone is no one at all.


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# 161:

May we live up to the wisest words we speak.


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# 182:

Enlightenment is not a destination,
it’s a beginning.



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# 202:

Perhaps another word for God is Being,
Something whole
In which we have individual parts,
But still always part of the whole.



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# 212:

You must see your own destiny to fulfill it.


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# 250:

The Truth Has Jagged Edges.


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# 204:

Those things you waited for never happened,
because this world requires that you

make things happen.


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# 165:

So much of the trouble in this world
is caused by certainty.


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# 162:

Despite your heartfelt forgiveness,
there are truly evil people in this world
who do not deserve to be forgiven.



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# 148:

Sometimes, the belief that achievement
comes only after prolonged effort
becomes an excuse.



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# 203:

I am not important enough to disagree with.


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# 197:

Perception requires contrast.


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# 240:

My moments of enlightenment
remind me of just how far I’ve fallen.


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# 176:

Jesus, the embodiment of God.
The only one?
What about you? What about me?
Even the tiniest blade of grass
reaches toward the light.



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# 163:

I see my faults most clearly
when I point them out in others.



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# 147:

It’s only my body that ages.
My soul has a different measure.



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# 141:

If you grow a larger soul,
be kind to those you leave behind.



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# 209:

This world is a joke, but I don't get it.
I am a joke, but the world doesn't get it.



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# 140:

When I am gone, don’t say I died.
Say I changed.
Say: At last, the butterfly has left its cocoon.



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# 213:

There’s no one quite as stupid
as an ignorant man who thinks he’s smart.



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# 137:

Perhaps the innate joyful nature of children has something to do with reincarnation.

Perhaps it’s a joy that comes from some unspoken, inner realization that one has survived death and come back again for another life.

Perhaps that explains the feeling of immortality so common among the young.


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# 214:

Sometimes, a nation, like a person,
must make mistakes in order to learn
and move forward.



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# 136:

Technology belongs in the servants’ quarters.


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# 135:

When the seeming hopelessness of reality
darkens your spirit, employ faith
as an instrument of imagination.



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# 216:

Don’t wait for the dream.
Be the dream.



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# 133:

When there are no rules
it’s hard to rule anything out.



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# 260:

One of the sadist words I know: Was.


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# 132:

When everything is permitted,
everything is committed.



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# 223:

First, it’s what you say.
Then, it’s what you do.
That’s Love.



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# 128:

You’ve got to keep a vigilant awareness
of your own ignorance to keep learning.



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# 219:

There are only so many years
between ignorant youngster and senile senior.
Make the most of them while you've got 'em.



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# 123:

The hopeless prayers
are the most important prayers.



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# 208:

When someone gives you advice,
ask yourself what they want from you.
It’s almost always something.



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# 191:

The real wealth of this life is time


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# 185:

In this information age, true understanding
requires us to go beyond generalization
and examine what is specific.



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# 159:

Disarm your enemies—laugh at them.


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# 157:

The secret of enlightenment:
It’s not what you think.



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# 131:

Kiss your dream sweetly or it will leave silently.


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# 117:

Being enlightened.
Knowing you’re not enlightened.
Pretty much the same thing.



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# 107:

It’s an ordinary poem in a gilded cage.


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# 226:

Knowing is remembering.
Experiencing is being.



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# 247:

All knowledge is based
on the amazing fact that we exist.



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# 180:

We are a sales pitch nation.


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# 177:

Academic poets hide behind literary devices,
keeping a safe, intellectual distance
from what is intensely personal.



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# 211:

This Is The Age Of The Pure Self

Anarchy,
Not just for the dispossessed anymore,
It's catching on like wildfire,
A fad,
A new sport for the upper crust,
For those separated from the great mass
By privilege,
Power,
Perception.

This perception of superiority,
Now this is the motive force,
Not just for the well-to-do anymore,
No,
Even the lowest inhabitants of the social order
Feel superior these days.

Now,
In our cities and our streets,
In our homes and office buildings,
In all manner of public and private places,
Now,
No one is safe from this self-righteous anarchy.

This is war.

To each their own pure self,
The pure self that needs no law,
That bends to no man, woman or child,
That considers not its own frailties,
Sees no larger world beyond itself,
Enforces its iron rule without mercy,
No matter how trivial or mundane its kingdom may be.

Nor more humility,
No backing up,
No admission of error,
Of guilt,
Of responsibility.
All actions and motives of the pure self are beyond question.

We encounter one another
In our day-to-day lives
And exchange the menacing glance.
All is understood.
Ours is the age of the pure self.




~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 249:

When you are treated
as if your life has no worth,
then you have no honor to uphold.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 134:

I would legalize marijuana
for limited recreational use.
You could only smoke it
while playing badminton.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 126:

Logic cannot reason away
the wounds of the heart.



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# 110:

I learn more from pain than pleasure.


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# 227:

This world is neither full of joy nor full of hate.
It’s full of us and who we are.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 112:

When things go wrong we ask why
–rarely when things go right.



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# 97:

It is more blessed to listen than to speak.


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# 178:

It’s easier to decide
you did not want what you failed to achieve,
pretending you had a choice.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 150:

You can’t really explain yourself
to someone who’s not intelligent enough

to understand, though the impulse to try
is often overwhelming.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 127:

My advice to young people:
Don’t take anyone’s advice–especially mine.



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# 88:

Even the fallen may have grace.


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# 210:

The obligation of a leader
is not to pretend virtue,
but to be virtuous.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 168:

The trouble begins when we apply the
imaginary world to the real world.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 85:

Infatuation makes a fool of even the wisest man
–if he’s lucky.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 130:

Being madly in love eliminates philosophy.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 15:

The wind of thought blows dust into my eyes.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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