And it strikes again…
It is true, then. Is it not?
If it is true, color it as such that it has no value.
(Or nothing altruistic, at least.)
Do not tempt me! Away and away, please!
Do not ask of me! Away and play with another–
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Natural bodies technically do not ask for forgiveness. They demand nothing but a series of replenishments. If you deny me sorrow, I will deny you joy; raise our tweaked, tawdry pennon elsewhere but between our distinctive beliefs. Partition! Take shelter, take shelter– in our grand quiet while I run my hands through the grass then through a soul. Do not disturb the foul at any cost. Perhaps my admiration shall recoil. We do not do confessions when we're hatching in the dark. Believe me, I'll sing you praises when you finally break my heart.
On Areas and Ideas of Self-Preservation
"Chief Tyrol… This is the Blackbird?"
"Yes, Ma'am… Madam President, this is an honor."
"No, the honor's mine. It's remarkable."
"Just a ship, Ma'am."
"Oh, you're much too modest. After what we've been through, it would be very easy to give up, to lose hope. But not here. Not today. This is more than a ship, Chief. This is an act of faith. It is proof that despite all we've lost, we keep trying. And we will get through this. All of us, together. I promise."
(– BSG S02E09)
Happiness becomes a sin we sought to overcome,
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Anarchy of the mind.
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