I can hold my tongue for only so long. I kept my lip buttoned once and just about blew my stack. It was much worse when I opened up.
One little life is nothing compared to the sum of all our kindred spirits. It’s one small step for man; one giant leap for the homo sapiens.
We are mere shadows on the earth, our days in the sun giving way to night much too soon. We are puffs of dust on the face of the moon.
Why are we here? I want to know — like Job — because I didn’t ask to be ground down to a stubby nub. Or to feel like a fart in the wind.
Don’t laugh. I’m being serious. If I’m lying, I’m dying — even when I tell the truth. What’s the frequency? I’m walkin’ here; I’m walkin’ here.