[Each] of us are given a limited number of days to make a difference. Life is a choice to live for something, or to die for nothing.
We’re these unbelievably complicated brains drifting through a void, trying in vain to connect with one another by blindly flinging words out into the darkness.
Every choice of phrasing and spelling and tone and timing carries countless contexts and and subtexts and more, and every listener interprets those signals in their own way.
Language isn’t a formal system. Language is glorious chaos.
Fear is not real. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist. That is near insanity […]. Do not misunderstand me, danger is very real, but fear is a choice.
Wenn […] die Terminologie das eigentlich poetische Moment des Denkens ist, dann kann die Wahl der Terminologie nie neutral sein.