we are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. as we were. as we are no longer. as we will one day not be at all.

Extraordinary that those who command the perquisites of place are those most ready to ignore them! It is as if the blessings of Providence are specious, and notable only in their absence. Ah well, I refuse to speculate.

The whole business with the cheese and the squeaking is just a front.

Looking forward for mornings like this ?
           #quibo#handsome#loveofmylife

Written By Dr.curlypearly

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