It’s thinking that I had the solution that probably created the problem in the first place.

If I’m my biggest fan, the only person in the stadium is probably me.

If I am indeed my own god, I’d better start praying to myself to get myself out of myself.

The thing that I’m most likely to collapse under is not the weight of the stresses that stand around me, but the ego that sits within me.

If I simply look at the map that I’ve so tediously created, it will explain why I’m laying at the bottom of this cliff looking up.

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?