I bought a box of animal crackers, but there was nothing inside. They'd eaten each other.
What if it's boring - or if it's not boring, it might be too revealing, or worse, it might be too revealing and still be boring.
When we talk to god, it's prayer. When god talks to us, it's schizophrenia.
I think life is perverse. It can be beautiful, but it won't.
For fast-acting relief try slowing down.
Does your mind feel more and more like teflon? Nothing sticks to it?