That our senses lie and our minds trick us is true, but in general
They are honest rustics; trust them a little;
The senses more than the mind, and your own mind more than another man’s.
As to the mind’s pilot, intuition
Catch him clean and stark naked, he is first of truth-tellers; dream-clothed, or dirty
With fears and wishes, he is prince of liars.
The first fear is of death: trust no immortalist.
The first desire
Is to be loved: trust no mother’s son
Finally I say let demagogues and world-redeemers babble their emptiness
To empty ears; twice duped is too much.
Walk on gaunt shores and avoid the people; rock and wave are good prophets;
Wise are the wings of the gull. pleasant her song.
and I will be the one…
to push larry csonka down…
kiss him so hard….
ill take larry csonka’s breath away…
HOLY SHIT. TODAY WAS AMAZING.*existential crisis quelled*And it’s about damn time. Ohhhhhhh it will be so nice to have Ashley back. Here we go.