Some of the brilliance of my argument escaped my words. Wind whistled through the logical gaps. - Robert Boswell

All I really know about death is precisely what I know about the future: it can’t be predicted, and the more you think you know, the less prepared you are for the surprises.

Making liberty tradable merchandise paves the way to ending independence. Everything becomes a commodity, even freedom.

We arrived in Colorado the day the state legalized cannibalism. Chic restaurants were charging a small fortune for a 6-ounce human steak, and the ludicrously wealthy or hopelessly fashionable paid for the thrill of breaking yet another taboo.