I’ll tell you right now, Doc, I’m not the crazy one. Like I was saying at the end of our last session, there’s a hidden hand behind every world-changing event on this planet. The only reason most people don’t know this is because they don’t want you to know. We’re all slaves to a hidden agenda, a conspiracy, and they’re not going to stop until they’re in control of a
Moose rose from his stool in Mother’s Saloon at last call and tossed four twenties on the bar, not knowing how much he owed and not caring. He strolled out the front door and onto Ocean Beach. He peeled off his t-shirt and tossed it in the sand, then lumbered toward the water in his shorts and sandals. Thirty feet from the shoreline, he laid down, inhaled the salty night
Anatomically modern humans have been fighting nature for around 200,000 years. The idea of ending hunger might seem especially implausible given the challenges. For instance, one influential fraternity of theorists argues that life will always be an ugly struggle due to economic Darwinism. In this model, a few fortunates get a whole lot while the rest suffer comparatively desperate lives and then die unceremoniously. All of this is supposed to lead
Most people generally understand the significance of exercise. Still, listing some of its specific benefits clarifies why exercise improves everyone’s quality of life. 1. Working out increases your lifespan. American life expectancy is 78.6 years. Countries like Slovenia have surpassed us in this regard due to Americans making poor lifestyle choices. Among other things, exercise reduces your chances of getting cancer, diabetes, and heart disease. It also strengthens your bones, clears
So much depends on perception. Perceiving identity as static results in static behavior where little is gained or learned, with minimal emotional reward. “This is who I am,” someone might think, “so this is the way things will always be.” Granted, disorders like schizophrenia and depression control behavior in certain immutable ways, as can things like sex, ethnicity, class status, and age. Still, the “Who I am” affirmation is always
I chose the third wave of the set, gliding over water so aqua cool that every cut, bruise, and scar along the way faded into something I never was but am forever becoming. That night, gazing at the sea, I dribbled blood red wine down my shirt. It glowed like a birthmark in the fading sunlight, crystallizing focus in a quieter land, and the lapping waves told me that this
