So today, I think, I will simply search out my own people. The thinkers, believers, soothsayers speaking in acrylic discrepancies between what is and what will, what might and ought but won't as long as.
It's so simple, they say. Just apply yourself daily and try not to sway lest your habit break. Then striped of practice, you take up your vows again. Simple, it seems. Except that I'm swearing daily "**** all this! Tropes and tricks! There's no ease here. How could there be? Baring me scarcely seems to meet the measures of rarely seen wear and tear but these **** seams are holding true."
Remember you have only to apply once daily doses of madness and hope. If memory serves, it's these worthwhile self-service tricks that have woven our sails. Drink the seas. Come and capsize. You'll finally meet me.