Rings

Rings and jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts. The only true gift is a portion of thyself.    

Love may be a ring that has no end, but the logic is far from circular.     

No couple buying wedding rings wants to be reminded that someday one of them will have to accept the other one’s ring from a nurse or an undertaker.     

Rings try to find their way back to their owner. Someone ought to write a book about it.     

There are three rings involved with marriage. The engagement ring, the wedding ring, and the suffering.     

A lot of people have underestimated me and I have been a problem for them inside the ring.

I’m a lot more comfortable in the ring. I’m comfortable catching punches, and defensively, I feel like I’ve improved a lot. I am banking on my athleticism. I’ve worked hard on my footwork.

Keep fighting for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don’t forget to have fun doin’ it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce.

We wind a simple ring of iron with coils; we establish the connections to the generator, and with wonder and delight we note the effects of strange forces which we bring into play, which allow us to transform, to transmit and direct energy at will.

I can’t sleep without the TV on. It doesn’t matter where it is. I don’t like silence. My ears ring from loud music.