No one can be enslaved without their consent.
or, Do you realize that nobody can convert you into a slave without you agreement?

Would it be necessary to go about vindicating basic rights if everyone simply did their part?

Does anything differentiate people more than the proportion of their talk dedicated to speaking of themselves?

Did you know that the two greatest addictions in the West are feeling victimized and being right.

We eat,excrete and sleep well enough. Why do we have all those laxatives and sleeping pills prescribed by doctors?

Are you responsible for your acts or do you blame others?

What kept an eternal all powerful god busy for the first part of semi- eternity?

What is the particle which when added to another makes for a beautiful piece of music, or a stunning painting?

Arent we wasting time by even talking about what we hear on the television?

Will you read this poster or is there too much text for you?

Who recalls the falling leaves of autumn when spring comes round?

Why do we cause our children to lose their innocence so quickly?

Are you the architect of your own existence or do you leave your destiny in the hands of those who assume authority over you?

Is he who believes himself free really so?
or. No man is so enslaved as he who has been convinced that he is free. (Goethe)

If you were the mother of a murderer would you have him killed or imprisoned for life?

Why do I feel so empty if I eat so much?

Why do we not forgive in others the lies and cowardice which we so easily justify and forgive in ourselves?

Is sustainable development sustainable? Have you ever heard of zero growth?

Do you know that just in our galaxy there are 14 billion (thousand million) stars like our sun? And 95 million planets which could harbour life, half of which may have developed what we consider to be intelligent life?

Are you learning Chinese? What are you waiting for?

The Crossing of the Desert

The crossing of the desert is full of traps, of painful images which lead to lost oases, and trickster mirages. But these companions, being tenacious are of hardly any importance if we compare them to the depressing company of the questions. Those are what produce such abismal loneliness, the insatiable thirst which burns the throat. When did the crossing really begin? For what? When will it come to an end, if indeed it ever will? The mind tricks, the lost images, the mirages are mere accidents by the wayside. The real crossing of the desert are in fact the questions.