Let's forget about looking good for a second. I don't want the story of your success, or your money, or how many people know your name. Teach me your dreams. We talk about the weather because it's easier than saying I feel like hijacked particles of the godhead and I seem to have misconstrued myself. But who cares about being uncomfortable with any of this? It's only a flash of years until you and I aren't you and I, so let's not waste our time.
