I guess I don’t believe in what you could call karma, but I can’t rule out the possibility. They say what goes around, comes around, but that’s not what this world has made so evident to me. Observe and see there’s no strict philosophy and who can say they got what they deserved? Fair is just a playground full of carnies and rides. It’s not a tangible idea, it’s just a pocket draining prize and you can hope for justice, you can pray for piece, but I’ll bank on disappointment and wait for disability. I’ve got a choice not a destiny and that sounds just about right to me. Are we just leaky boats out on the sea, doomed to seek tranquility. I don’t want it. You can’t have it. I don’t love you cuz I don’t know you, but I’ll respect you while you neglect me. You can kill me, but you can’t resurrect me. Now the last I checked, it was mutual respect that kept the handshakes high and the expectations low. And that’s the preference to me, a form of solidarity. That’ll keep our heads and feet on solid ground.
Thank you Section 802
