One says to another:
"Brother, are you headed home?"
He replies:
"Well, brother, aren't we always headed home?"
...
For a long, long time I've been trying to memorize your face.
I talked to a funeral director once. She was my age, beautiful, blonde and drunk at a party.
"You know, people think a crisis brings them to some belief system. Not true. Most people come to me believing nothing. And then they're fucked. You have to have a belief system in place. It doesn't just come when you need it. Have you heard of the whale? Yeah? Most people are too fucking scared to live in the belly."
She kept drinking her beer.
"What's your belief system?" she asked.
"Mine?"
"Yeah."
"That you never know what anything is until after."
Welcome to the road of trials.
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