It's funny how simple it all is. There's really nothing difficult about it at all. About anything. It's all just ones or zeros, black or white, life or death, yes or no. Polar opposites, seemlessly balanced. That's it. There are no maybes. All maybes do is stop us from making decisions and thinking for ourselves; they are not pure, they don't fit. I think that's what the bad guys really do. They sell us maybes. Just as you're about to answer yes or no, they sucker punch you with a maybe. It's the emotional equivalent of the magpie instinct they're developing in us. The easy road, the glittery object, the maybe.
By the way, if you haven't yet seen the documentary Murderball, I suggest you do so at your earliest convenience. Don't let the name put you off, it's about quadraplegic rugby. It's honest and dirty and refreshing and inspirational, as only real human stories can be. It's about guys who no longer have any maybes in their lives and it'll make you feel good.
Tunes: The Flaming Lips
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