There is no spoon.

I don't mean to brag but the things I've learned about reality in the past year could fill a thimble. Or even a spoon. A tiny one. Like the kind you feed babies with. Subjectivity is key.

Anyhow.

Though this is in fact contrary to everything I've ever said and felt before this current epoch...

I hope I never wake up.

Reflections

In everyone you see but the reflection of what you choose to have him be to you.

Forgive the past and let it go, for it is gone.

But we are not.