I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
If you are kind enough to fluther me, I’ll be more than happy to fluther you back. If you’d like to debate, I’ll do my best to oblige. If you need someone to hold your hair while you puke, then I’m probably your man, providing you let me change shoes afterward. I know… you’re probably saying to yourself, “No way!” Well… all I can say to that is, “Yes, way!” It’s true. If I could walk a mile in your shoes, I’d feel obligated to walk another mile just to give you your damned shoes back. If you would like a peanut butter and jellyfish sandwich, I’ll make you one, but just remember, it’s really, really hard to keep the little bastards from sliding off of the damned bread. If you have a positive outlook, a sense of humor, think that common sense and rationality talk and bullshit walks, then you’re my kinda jellyfish. Fluther on, Garth. Fluther on.