You are performed by what you know. 

Maybe ignorance is bliss.

Maybe knowledge is hell.

“People who understand quickly frighten me.”



The refrigerator is making a funny noise. 

Your stomach is making a funny noise.

A physicist was stabbed in the parking lot of Smart & Final.

Sounds of “sports” are heard from beyond a hedge.



“I can’t believe it’s February already.”

“I can’t believe it’s Tuesday already.”

“I don’t believe in dogs per se — like Democritus, I believe in the arrangement of atoms in space.”

Is there really a difference between belief and desire?