My dear, What are we worth without love? Aren’t we less than the beasts, for don’t even they love? What are we worth without love? Aren’t we just science with soul, mind without heart… existant without life? But, you ask, in terms of measurable proof, in terms of hard capital – without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely. Falsely yours, Hawkeye...

My dear, It’s February, the wind outside is so cold and biting you’d think the world hated us (it does). The trees are leafless and that groundhog doesn’t really help things. Ahhh, but Valentine’s Day makes up for everything. Without Valentine’s Day, February would be… well, January. And January is a month with thirty something Mondays back-to-back, it’s dreadful. Glad February’s nothing like...

My dear, The Eskimo, of Sami People descent, one day got together and said to me: Áinnádat, bearta, bieggagaikkohat, bohkolat, borga, ceavvi, cuoŋu, čáðgi, čearga, činus, deamádat, doalli, dobádat, earbmi, fáskka, girrat, goahpálat, guoldu, jassa, joavgga, luotkkus, moskkur, muohta, njáhcu, oppas, rodda, sarti, seaŋáš, sievlla, sittardit (my favorite one), skávvi, šlavzi, slievar, soavli, vahca… …They told me...

My dear, The only reason people aim for anything is because they want to feel something beyond themselves, because they want to feel happiness course through their entire body, because they want to get close to the other (be that singular or plural), and because they want freedom, freedom being the ultimate release of all the tension that they’ve been building up while working towards this point. When you look closely it’s all...

My dear, Work in public. Reveal nothing. Work publicly so that your mind resembles more of a public swimming pool than of a private one. Work in public so that people get easy access to your pool of a mind. Work in public so that the waters of your pool don’t stay calm (vacant) for long; calmness of the mind is death in disguise. And reveal nothing. Be more of an opaque pool than one of transparency. That is to say be a pool that...

My dear, Socialites, instead of intellectuals, are the new idols. The people on the movie screens, instead of the people out in the world changing it for better, are the new celebrities. Blogs are the new books. Google before you tweet is the new think before you speak. And if you realize just how many people are tweeting over the number of them that are googling you’d realize that thinking is a thing of the past. Speaking is the...

My dear, There’s nothing better than talking to someone who absolutely refuses to listen while they, of course, say that they are they have the best ear in the world. There’s nothing better than talking to someone who refuses to question the questionable beliefs they’ve based their entire questionable life on. There’s nothing better than talking to a good, mean Jesuit. Falsely yours, Hunter Stockton...

My dear, The universe is huge and ridiculous and sometimes there are miracles. Most things have an explanation, even the things we call miracles rarely are. But sometimes, in this vast and complicated universe, something impossible happens. We find something odd, look at it from all angles; left, right, frontwards, backwards, left-side down, and downside up; and find that it shouldn’t have happened, but did. Most things have an...

My dear, The foundation of irreligious criticism is: Man makes religion, religion does not make man. Religion is, indeed, the self-consciousness and self-esteem of man who has either not yet won through to himself, or has already lost himself again. But man is no abstract being squatting outside the world. Man is the world of man – state, society. This state and this society produce religion, which is an inverted consciousness of the...

My dear, The most heroic word in all languages is REVOLUTION. It means to forcibly overthrow. It conveys the idea that a group of people have had enough and are taking action. It communicates the notion that hearts, minds, and spirits are on fire and working together toward a single purpose. It carries the impression that the evil-doer is finally getting what they rightfully deserve, a loss of all their powers. It’s the tale of the...