If a God watches over it all, does He actually mete out justice for a race of gnats among an infinitude of races of gnats?
(from “The Gunslinger,” by Stephen King)

Sometimes, you give me strength. Sometimes, you hinder my progress.
Ultimately, I think you are useful, but dangerous. You are untempered by fear of death or failure, but you lack vision and compassion.
Perhaps you are the better for it.

Practicing a few things (violence/action, bright colors) while I was without internet.