An Island

It is true, "No man is an island...", but there are those that resemble one far more than others do.

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Bias

Psychologist have discovered that human beings have dozens of what they term "cognitive biases". These biases program us to be particularly poor decision makers. And so it appears that we are designed with the innate propensity to perpetuate the worst of human behavior.
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The Mirror

I stood in front of the mirror and imagined myself as others might see me. It was in that moment I learned that we are the myth of our own making.
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How and Why

"Why" is the supreme province of an unfolding universe; "how" resides within the terrestrial province of your understanding.
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Perfect Means

While searching for the perfect means, I was blind to the adequate solution.
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Faithless

Many people wonder how I can even cross the street without faith. Actually it's quite simple.  I look both ways at least twice, then I proceed cautiously with an immeasurable amount of hope.
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The Burden of Dissent

I cast a wary eye at the multitude who gather at the trough of agreement. For they are quick to quench the thirst of acceptance, rather than bear the burden of dissent.
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The Road to Ruin

We rise to the rim of our own beliefs, like water seeking it’s own level when contained. We discard hints of contradiction and replace them with our own misconceptions. This is the road to ruin.
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The Past

Much of the past is an illusion that we remember inaccurately, or discover evidence of and interpret incorrectly.
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Acceptance

It is a hard thing to accept, that our "free will" is limited by our genetic disposition, cornered by our social upbringing, and stymied by our deepest personal fears.
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Who

I find it puzzling that so many humans beings require a "who" when considering the origin of the universe.
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The Journey

At the end of your journey there are only two important questions: who did you love, and who loved you?
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Love

Love is loving the whole, in spite of not liking some of its parts.
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Existence

Once I realized the temporariness, the absolute brevity of my own existence, my personal problems suddenly turn into a tiny, quivering ball of self-centered madness.
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Complacency

I retained a curious mind, and found I held the ultimate weapon against the dangers of complacency.
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Facts and Opinions

There are few facts, but a multitude of opinions, mostly based on misinformation, human bias, hidden agendas, and outright deception.
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Creativity

In pursuing creative endeavors, one must bear the weight of solitude and be prepared to weep.
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Transparency

Without transparency there can be no trust, and without virtue there can be no transparency.
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