Gone Girl summing up why Normal Girl aint it
“We are going to need another move, trust me. And you are going to be thanking me.”
With Mom, you had to pay proper attention. Almost superhuman attention. But she understood that Wisdom doesn’t go on sale. There’s no bargain basement priced Wisdom. If you want Wisdom, you must pay Wisdom’s price. And you pay by paying attention.
And so what does one do when, at the end of that senseless state of reasonless wandering, one is left with some thing, some tangible tidbit – like a cheap souvenir from a place you never wanted to go? What do you do with that thing?
The dice of God are always loaded.
(Zeus is always lucky at dice)
I’m quoting Paine. If history is any guide that’s a sign. Paine was my first radical love. He’s buried fathoms deep, and only claws his way back to the surface in rare instances. #flammable
So, yeah, this should be interesting. I have thought for a very long time that “civilian control” of the military was an adorably cute notion. (I also don’t believe in the Tooth Fairy, in case you were wondering.)
Your mothers, your grandmothers, are stirring.
Our ghosts cannot not sleep forever.