There’s precious little choice.” “There’s always a choice! This one is a choice between ‘bad’ and ‘worse—’which is a difference much more poignant than that between ‘good’ and ‘better.

So, I sang a song of praise,
Dance circles around my bed,
Lift my hands in worship,
Made my friends smile again.

Stay mad, but behave like normal people. Run the risk of being different, but learn to do so without attracting attention.

Yo agonicé con él, yo morí con él, yo de algún modo me he perdido con él; por eso, fui implacable.

Written By Jorge Luis Borges

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