If every time someone shouts, “There is an Existentialist under the bed!” you say, “No there is not!” you are wedged under the bed with an Existentialist.
If every time the thoughts in your head say that you are this or that, and you think, “That’s correct and I have got to stop it!” you have tightened your arms around an imaginary
You blithely whirl about in a ballroom that floats just off the ground – just above reality – just enough to keep you from seeing it.
Out of six billion entranced dancers, no one will notice OR care if there is one less.
It could be YOU!
Hell, why not?! (Why not indeed!)