My Mind Is Led Astray By Every

Seeing My Malevolent Face In The Mirror, My Benevolent Soul Shrinks Back.

We Often Disguise Our Reflexes As Deliberate Actions.

Suspicion Is The Beginning Of Wisdom, And Of Madness.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.

Every Day Begins With An Act Of Courage And Hope: Getting Out Of Bed.