Z attracts Z.
Whoever you are, whatever you are: this is the law. When I had wanted destruction the world complied, delivered to me an amalgamation of pathologies in rich bitch format. And she did what she was created to do, what I asked her to execute. She annihilated me. And, yes, I thank her. Probably the most infuential living man in my life is right: what else can you do with murderers and rapists in prisons except learn from them, through dialogue. The killer can also be the ferryman over the Styx. But the point of any adventure is a return to the roots. The task is a Goliath. That's why we call those that make it Heroes and Heroines.
Y attracts Y.
When Dante needed it Virgil came. When Pooh needed help Tigger came. And when it was my turn, She came. She was much the answer to me as I was to Her. We no longer roam the Earth as glimp living question marks with myopic eye sight, and neurosis. Now, we are one big phat throbbing spherical punctuation mark: period. (--With neurosis.)
X attracts X, and sometimes, they multipy.
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