Random Aphorisms – Years Of Being

Over the years, I’ve generated several aphorisms, which I will now share with you. You’re welcome.

I know you believe that you comprehend what you thought I meant, but I don’t think you realize that I don’t understand what I thought I said.
She’s about as private as phone booth.
If everything were true, life wouldn’t be any fun. If nothing were true, life wouldn’t be worth living.
When they can’t take it anymore, that’s when they get taken in.
Although one cannot discount the effects that accumulate from lifestyle, the mere accumulation of years inevitably overshadows all other mortal effects.
I’d rather be forearmed with knowledge than post-pummeled by ignorance.
It doesn’t matter at all about what was, it only matters about what is.
Literature, like Drama and almost all of History, happened mainly in the past. Therefore it should come as no surprise to learn that most of the people associated with it are dead.
Christmas Eve, for the hopeless mystic, is a time that, even after we have grown pragmatic and prosaic almost beyond redemption, holds the possibility of magic, poetry and miracle. The animals might very well talk. The snow might very well fall. The hard-hearted misers that have slowly engulfed our souls might very well melt away at the sound of an old carol, or a gentle offer to a stranger, or at a child’s innocence.
God is that which doesn’t mind being.
God is being becoming.
God is a nonchalant infinite regression.
Christmas is when everything seems possible, waiting for the Bishop’s Wife, waiting for the Miracle to occur on 34th Street, waiting for George to get Clarence his wings, waiting for the right jolly old elf. Waiting with a lump in your throat and your heart on your sleeve.
Pink Floyd, Tangerine Dream and the like tried to make music that attempted to be the trip. The Grateful Dead played music that was grist for the trip.
The key to exercise is routine. When you get into it, it is hard to get out, but when you get out of it, it’s harder to get in.
It’s like pulling cultural teeth.
Never seek anything. Always expect everything.
In doing art, you must decide whether you want to communicate, or just talk to yourself.
The hardest thing is to move through and past one’s anger. Because anger, especially righteous anger, has the insidious quality of feeling so good. And while it has the seeming power to focus and motivate, inevitably it undermines and deforms the goals for which you strive.
You don’t want less than perfection to affect others’ perception‏.
More effort than it’s worth? Or worth a little more effort?
Some people wax oratorical. Others wane oratorical.
Of course life is a joke. But we don’t know the setup. And we never hear the punchline.
The Universe is implying more than we infer.

And finally, two of my very favorites:

The unexamined faith is not worth believing.
I don’t want to steal the show. I only want to borrow it for a while.