There was a man who would attempt various exercises in his pursuit of a certain unusual goal, though there was no assurance that any of them were particularly fitting, and when his son made note of this he said that: “Any exercise was better than none at all, an attitude to which there is a paucity of persuasive demurs. He who tries not in proper time, dies not.”
Nothing will keep you like you are mentally
like thinking that you ARE what you keep thinking.
Look up in the sky; look down on the ground, but for god’s sake go outside more.
And a father said to a son:
“Since fierce originality and total creativity are a necessity in The Grand Expedition, it would behoove those who want to join it to get away from themselves as much as possible. For who, if not you, is the living embodiment of all that is redundant, derivative and dense!” And son squealed with the delight-of-recognition.
Another advantage held by the Secret Warrior is that in his line of work it is not possible to be wounded by, friendly fire. Oh, all right: it’s not possible for him to be wounded in man’s second reality ballroom, where all feet stepped on are imaginary feet.
J.