Do they matter, these fleeting droplets of wisdom? Perhaps. Or perhaps they're just an excuse to avoid laundry.

The irony of speed: In a rush to find meaning, we overlook the significance of the speedometer.

Ephemeral like clouds, these thoughts shift and change, yet somehow always seem to resemble a cat.

To grasp a hint of enlightenment is to sip a mirage of the divine, but only if the divine is a double espresso.