Hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.
Anymore, no one's mind is their own.
My theory is that church used to be that place. Instead of being a place where you went to look good, it was a place where you could risk going every week to look your worst.
The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly.
If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.
Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?