All your infernal agonies and ecstatic pleasures will eventually be swallowed up by the earth, and dissipate into the sky.

The economy is getting steamrollered and what are our political masters doing about it? How's your internal life by comparison? Does the internal reflect the external chaos? Is the outer a reflection of the inner?

Some weeks the urge to create is strong, other weeks the urge to push hard on the self-destruct button is greater.

Ever noticed that the people who are supposed to love each other the most are the ones who end up destroying each other?

Just relax and feel the earth's quiet hum. The hum that gently swallows up every single atrocity that history has dealt out.

All the economies of all the world are houses of cards, built on shifting sand dunes.