Too Late! Ambrose Bierce said it all

and said it better. But since I am in that dark humor:
Complaining: The chief reason men have language, and more than language, the main thing that separates man from beasts. Complaining is that tiny fire we build to stand near and shiver rather than go inside when life grows cold.

My friends are greatly outnumbered by people I admire...

...and that seems, paradoxically to be why I have so few friends. See if you can connect that to todays bit:
When there is a difference between your thoughts about how the world is and how the world should be, you will find that it goes on turning out contrary to what it should be. Your thoughts about how things really are rule your experience but your thoughts about how things should be rule your happiness.

My other sig is also an aphorism....

The mind is like a car: you are only guessing at its power if you do not fill the tank with experience. If you let it wrestle with the past or brood about the future, you are not watching the road! This universe, big as it seems, is the only real road available though many desperately goofy maps are offered to disguise that simple fact. Collisions are likely! You may have noticed the speedometer is broken: its going much faster than you realize.

Be grateful, you might have been reading....

a blog titled "Deep Quote". [though, the land rush being pretty much over for great screen names and blog titles, its probably taken...I aint even gonna google for it]. An imaginary friend, who doesn't take me very seriously, suggested that title for my blog. My response to that is
[a] posing as a sage by passing off my pompus pearls is arrogance enough,
[b] EXPECTATIONS! Your title can cast you in irons. Some of the people who stumble on a link, seeing only its name, might follow it in hopes of porn or avoid it in fear of porn. The rest might follow it in hopes of juicey inside politics and priveleged revelations. They'd never come back once they see its just some farm-boy filosofer. There are many blogs with unreported "facts" and news with which to assail whatever it is that they already hated before they heard of blogging...I would not want to be tossed in that basket by readers who get no farther than the title. I certainly have my biases but they haven't much to do with the news and anyway, I am working on them. Nope, I will strive for wit and settle for intrigue.

But I digress. Todays installment:
Whatever it was, its was not the worst mistake you ever made until you made it the second time.

And to make up for missing valentine's day deadline...

Love is as irrational as Pi. Like that other constant, it is a deep irrationality that implements a deeper rationale: to close the circle of life.

Does any of this need explaining?

If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, most of its bridges are built with reasonable assumptions.

Technology-induced Attention Deficit

The NYTimes, back on Feb. 10, or Richard Seven writing up the work of David Levy in the Seattle Times point out a way that the conveniences of our age have made mincemeat of our moments and pretty much run a Hummer over our inclination toward contemplation. But if we live in an age when there hardly seems to be enough time to finish an article by Thomas Friedman or get all the way to the bottom of Andrew Sullivan's latest posting, we can perhaps fight back by resorting to a form of communication that served to diseminate thought when few were even able to read and contemplation was reserved for monks and kings: The aphorism.

Without any technological assistance, I have always had choppy attention so what little I can think, I must set down in briefest form. So: here goes nothing and lets see how long I can keep this up.

Today's installment:

Love must be an addiction. We handle it as we handle other addictions: some celbrate it, some curse it.