If You Can't Be Seven Feet Tall,

A Good Friend Of My Son's Is A Son To Me.

Seems Like Half My Anxiety Dreams Are About Airports.

There Is No More Hollow Feeling Than To Stand With Your Honor Shattered At Your Feet While Soaring Public Reputation Wraps You In Rewards. That's Soul-destroying. The Other Way Around Is Merely Very, Very Irritating.

Surely Only Correct Understanding Could Lead To Correct Action.

I've Got Forward Momentum. There's No Virtue In It. It's Just A Balancing Act. I Don't Dare Stop.