Consciousness Does Affect Matter.

Be Led By Your Talent, Not By Your Self-loathing; Those Other Things You Just Have To Manage.

I Get Fixated When I'm Bleeding -- I Can See Why They Went In For Blood-letting In The Medieval Times Because It Makes You Feel A Bit Better. When I Cut Myself, The Drama Of It Calms Me Down.

The Only Systems We Can Afford To Employ Are Those That Rationally Serve The Planet First, Then All Humanity. Not Out Of Some Woolly, Bullshit Tree-hugging Piffle But Because We Live On It, Currently Without Alternatives.

There's An Interconnectivity Between What's In The Consciousness Of Cat And What's In The Consciousness Of Us.

God Is In The Mountains. Impassive, Immovable, Jagged Giants, Separating The Celestial From The Terrestrial With Eternal Diagonal Certainty. As If Silently Monitoring The Beating Heart Of The Creator From The Universe's Perfect Birth. Stood In The Thin Air And The Awe, One Inhales God, Involuntarily Acknowledging That We Are But Fragments Of A Whole, A Higher Thing. The Mountains Remind Me Of My Place, As A Servant To Truth And Wonder. Yes, God Is In The Mountains. Perhaps The Pulpit Too And Even In The Piety Of An Atheist's Sigh. I Don't Know; But I Feel Him In The Mountains.