Why is the place where I want to be so often so far from where I am?
I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?
The price of freedom keeps going up, but the quality keeps deteriorating.
If I do enough different things in enough different ways, I may, eventually, do something right.
Should I abide by the rules until they're changed, or help speed the change by breaking them?
We must have courage, faith, and lunch together sometime soon.