That is the failure point with many people. They never get anywhere because they have only a hazy idea where they want to go, what they want to do. No objective leads to no end.

Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes; but no plans.

there is direction but there is no destination

There are no answers, only choices.

you don’t know what to expect. No one does. Not really — not in real life.

The great difficulty with politics is, that there are no established principles.

No single thing abides; and all things are fucked up.

There is no plan, no future laid out for any of us beyond what we make for ourselves.

Most sociopolitical hierarchies lack a logical or biological basis – they are nothing but the perpetuation of chance events supported by myths.

Every choice is made in the uncaring blind, no guarantees from the world around us.

Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get — -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep....

We rarely know where we are going; writing is a discovery.

There is no authority who decides what is a good idea.

Chaos is where we are when we don’t know where we are, and what we are doing when we don’t know what we are doing. It is, in short, all those things and situations we neither know nor understand.