Prayer is an expression of who we are. . . We are a living incompleteness. We are a gap, an emptiness that calls for fulfillment.
My asshole is doing as much to keep me alive as my brain.
Designing a station with artificial gravity would undoubtedly be a daunting task. Space agencies would have to re-examine many reliable technologies under the light of the new forces these tools would have to endure. Space flight would have to take several steps back before moving forward again.
Duct tape works anywhere. Duct tape is magic and should be worshiped.
If a hiker gets lost in the mountains, people will coordinate a search. If a train crashes, people will line up to give blood. If an earthquake levels a city, people all over the world will send emergency supplies. This is so fundamentally human that it's found in every culture without exception. Yes, there are assholes who just don't care, but they're massively outnumbered by the people who do.
Airlines need staff to fly and maintain their aircraft. They need to pay applicable taxes and gate fees. They need to buy new planes, repair worn-out parts, manage their company pension plan, and everything else a service industry has to do. But by far, the largest chunk of their non-payroll operating budget goes to fuel. That's what costs the most for any given flight.
How come Aquaman can control whales? They’re mammals! Makes no sense.
The world today is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water welling from the earth, for air, for the dear earth itself underfoot. In my world of beach and june these elemental presences lived and had their being.
I have to be very careful about how often I drag my family to places. They need some stability in their lives.
. . . all comparisons injure.
We are in danger of valuing most highly those things we can measure most accurately, which means that we are often precisely wrong rather than approximately right