Teach me temperance, but let me be a glutton. Make me selfless, but let me have my way. Help me love others, but turn a blind eye to my impulsive judgements. I want what I want, not what I need.

I’m not sure. Reflection, initially without direction. Time to go? Stay put. The path of greatest resistance. Revealing the lesson, are you willing to trade comfort for discomfort?

Threads cross. A tremor in the multiverse. Happenstance seems awfully well planned.

It’s the year 1951. Years ago you were gifted a wooden eagle. By whom? The Soviet Union. Only, it was more of a gift for them.

Making it serious made it less fun. They brought a casual laughter. That was the power of creating the environment.