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There could be a point, a moment in which you look around your home. There are perhaps pictures or paintings hanging on walls. Pots and pans in the kitchen. A dozen pair of shoes and rows of hangers holding shirts and pants in a bedroom closet. Not to mention assorted potted plants. Lamps. Shades. Nicknacks. All that infrastructure. All those things . . .
Anyway. That point, that moment could happen: looking around your place and it all goes funny. It hits soft, at first, this simple thought: maybe... maybe it's all a bit ridiculous. Slightly absurd. The idea that a thing could hold value. Have meaning. Or stir memory.
It goes further. I'm in a wheel upon which I run. The wheel keeps turning because I keep running on it. I can't stop running. Actually, I don't know how to stop. Or how to get off the wheel. I don't think I'm trapped. In fact, I think I'm free. And yet, I can't get off the wheel.
Here's the thing. The truth? Useless. Facts, even more so. Reality? What the fuck is that?
There's only this: what people believe.
Men often become what they believe themselves to be. Men often become what they believe themselves to be. Men often become what they believe themselves to be. Men often become what they believe themselves to be.Men often become what they believe themselves to be. Men often become what they believe themselves to be. Men often become what they believe themselves to be.
Mahatma Gandhi
