From the Stray Thought Bin: U.$.A.

Consider this if you wish to understand why things are failing and falling apart here in America: We actually do have the best system of government that money can buy. 

From the Stray Thought Bin: Oy and Joy

The trick is to find a way 
To turn oy into joy 
And learn not to turn joy into oy. 

From the Stray Thought Bin: Problem-Solution

There's a solution to every problem and a problem from every solution. 

Dabrowski on Self-Education

"Self-education is the highest possible process of a psychological and moral character. It begins at the time when the individual undergoes changes which permit him to make himself partially independent of biological factors and of the influence of the social environment. At this stage a process, thus far not explained by psychology, takes place, as a consequence of which the individual becomes the resultant not only of inheritance, of factors acting in the womb of a mother, and of his biological and social environment, but also of one more, ever more powerful factor, namely that of defining oneself and of acting upon oneself (the so-called third factor)."
—Kazmierz Dabrowski, MD, PhD
from Personality Shaping Through Positive Disintegration, (1967), Red Pill Press 2015

On Diagnostic Labeling

"Physicians think they are doing something for you by labeling what you have as a disease."
—Immanuel Kant

From the Stray Thought Bin - "Knowledge and Ignorance"

The more I know, the vaster my ignorance. 

From the Stray Thought Bin: Attention Deficit Blues

Sometimes I diverge when I should converge and sometimes I converge when I should diverge; but I'm working on it.

From the Stray Thought Bin: On The Un-Speakable Objective Level

At the core of every thing resides a limitless mystery. 

From the Stray Thought Bin: Like Mayflies

We fool ourselves that everything will stay the same, the way things 'are', 

When in reality every thing is eternally changing, developing, emerging—including you—in this creative universe we live in and are a part of—not apart from. 

And we, we are like mayflies—here in a day and gone in a day before we know it.

The Brief Lusty Life of the Mayfly

Ephemeral tiny waves of frothy consciousness in the vast ocean Sat-Chit-Ananda.

Or somehow riding on the waves.

And, if so, who am 'I' the rider? 

I don't know.

But I do know there is a wonder in being alive and conscious, a sense of the mystery I belong to—and it belongs to me.