Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a read more

Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a big furry goddess-creature who resembles everybody's mom in that she knows what's best for us. But if you look at the historical record -- Krakatoa, Mt. Vesuvius, Hurricane Charley, poison ivy, and so forth down the ages -- you have to ask yourself: Whose side is she on, anyway?

How many times have you heard this statement, I haven't time. How many times have we made it ourselves? oh, read more

How many times have you heard this statement, I haven't time. How many times have we made it ourselves? oh, I wish I had time. Time for what? Time to work in the Church, to serve in our communities and time to improve our minds. Think again of these twenty-four hours that are given to us.

I think my securities far outweigh my insecurities. I am not nearly as afraid of myself and my imagination as read more

I think my securities far outweigh my insecurities. I am not nearly as afraid of myself and my imagination as I used to be.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
[Lat., Vita enim mortuorum in memoria read more

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
[Lat., Vita enim mortuorum in memoria vivorum est posita.]

People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.

People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.

Forget those things that aren't worth remembering.

Forget those things that aren't worth remembering.

We are made for larger ends than Earth can encompass. Oh, let us be true to our exalted destiny.

We are made for larger ends than Earth can encompass. Oh, let us be true to our exalted destiny.

I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people read more

I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now.

No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have read more

No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.