“I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.”
—Clarence Darrow (1857–1938)
I’ll add a little admonishment that the pleasure one takes in the obituaries of others should be kept a private matter – in the hopes that others will afford the same courtesy at your own passing.
At the core of every conspiracy theorist’s premise is a tacit, fundamental misjudgment of their own importance to the world. Lost somewhere between the ghosts of Cassandra and Narcissus, they weave connections amongst deliriously tenuous contrivances, from which conclusions emerge as haphazard Socratic leaps that a young Mikhail Baryshnikov would pause to admire. And of [...]
There was a time when I thought there was only one truly wrong answer to a question from a woman:
“I don’t care.”
It doesn’t matter if the woman is a love interest, a family member or co-worker – never use that phrase. Ever. The question could be “Would you like a paperclip or staple for your [...]
The world’s graveyards echo with the memories of faltered heroics and unrequited genius. Bear that in mind when the smaller part of self beckons you to shrink from a worthy challenge.
Stress versus Trust
Given the choice, I’ll take a stressful situation with people I trust, over a cushy setup with those I do not – every time.