blades are spinning all around, lights are shining, agitators are agitating, cats are sleeping, drinks are cooling, and Lincoln's brain hums along like the extraordinary machine that it is.
I'm still tip-toeing around the truth, careful! The truth has wicked mass and tries to pull me in with heavy gravity. There are soldiers within the truth using tractor beams on the star cruiser of my body. So far, so good. So far I am stronger than the truth.
My burden is great. But not as great as the burden of the one I love.
