{"id":253,"date":"2024-09-17T18:11:54","date_gmt":"2024-09-17T18:11:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/markjeffreysmemorial.com\/?page_id=253"},"modified":"2025-02-04T08:02:12","modified_gmt":"2025-02-04T08:02:12","slug":"aphorisms","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/markjeffreysmemorial.com\/index.php\/aphorisms\/","title":{"rendered":"Aphorisms"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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\n Mark Jeffreys - <\/span>\n \n We are all figures, none of us signs.<\/b>\n Nothing before nothing, nothing after nothing, nothing but nothing is binding.<\/b>\n Remove the yearning\u2014blue haze and crows cloud the lake where woods are burning.<\/b>\n Etymology is to memetics what the domestication of dogs was to genetics.<\/b>\n In the beginning of the story was the poem<\/b>\n God loves the allegory the way parents love the child who most resembles them.\u200b<\/b>\n Imagination is just memory busted up.\u200b<\/b>\n I am that which, when I have to be that, I can be that, but just barely.<\/b>\n Life is a labyrinth disguised as a maze.\u200b<\/b>\n If dying were easy, everyone would do it.<\/b>\n Wisdom is overrated, especially among the wise.<\/b>\n One is the set with nothing in it, except the set with nothing in it.<\/b>\n God loves the allegory the way parents love the child who most resembles them.<\/b>\n Any writer who expects an audience with different tastes from the writer risks contempt from them or from the writer self.<\/b>\n If everyone got what they wanted, spiraling off into innumerable, separate worlds, would anyone know that none were special, none alone?<\/b>\n What you will be opens the mouth of what you are.<\/b>\n Twilight collects its debts.<\/b>\n Earth created humans, and now its surface crawls with us. Earth gave itself humans. Let\u2019s see what it does with us.<\/b>\n Can you imagine anything stranger than imagining?<\/b>\n <\/span>\n <\/h3>\n <\/div>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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We all lie to tell the truth.<\/em><\/p>

I am that which, when I have to be that, I can be that, but just barely.<\/em><\/p>

All that ever is is all that is ever lost.<\/em><\/p>

We are what creates terms for what we cannot know.<\/em><\/p>

No one ever saved a life. A life can never be saved, but a death can be postponed.<\/em><\/p>

A why never moves. Even when you think you\u2019ve answered one, look closely. All you\u2019ve done is shifted a new how.<\/em><\/p>

We don\u2019t practice what we preach, since that would spoil the point of preaching. Tigers dream of slower deer, not of slower tigers.<\/em><\/p>

The most surprising accomplishment of humans has been to accept that the stars are so far away from us.<\/em><\/p>

If nothing is truly lost, then where does everything go?<\/em><\/p>

Truth is, you will forget the truth, and it\u2019s the forgetting that sets you free.<\/em><\/p>

If you find yourself worrying about what you need to know, you already know too much.<\/em><\/p>

The honest solipsists admit, although each is the world entire, that nothing is to do with them, nor happens as they might desire.<\/em><\/p>

A thing no one can answer, although everyone pretends, is why a thing\u2019s becoming keeps becoming \u2019til it ends.<\/em><\/p>

The problem that does not admit of any solution is not a problem but a given.<\/em><\/p>

Decrepitude is the price we pay to gain a long perspective. Once it\u2019s more than flesh can pay, we lose all perspective.<\/em><\/p>

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