If the good find goodness, then when you chose to be good, not bad, you might have been like red vs blue. If you can't have compassion for yourself, how can you have it for others? You make it easy to flourish in the final resting place while the band plays on. I swear there never was a pre-script for all of this unless you count loving to make out from the first day out of diapers.

If you did one thing all throughout your life, you'd think you be pretty good at it and it's true. Staying on the rails makes imagined bacchanals taste like whipped cream on chateaubriand. It's a closed-out paradigm so lavish the moment each time.