Bad faith makes the most of every ambiguity.
The narcissist enjoys being looked at and not looking back.
Hope likes justification, but can do without.
Stutters and snorts are meaningful but not usually referential.
The interest in Wisdom is fading. Soon there will not be enough left to support the aphorism, even though it tries to amuse by half-mocking the Wisdom it propounds.
Which is the supplement? Fantasy or daily routine?