A blade? So stab me with it. A fine man once said, “Kill me, you will only kill a man.” His legacy is still remembered today and probably will be forever. I paraphrased, isn’t life just a huge paraphrase in any case? The universe has a twisted sense of humour. So I laugh in a twisted fashion. If life was interpreted verbatim, nobody would survive, nobody would want to – There would be no purpose. Seasons change, people don’t. He walks tall but he offers his hand to all, he wants to be dwarfed by those he gives his hand to. Today, the night is longer than usual, the stars lived for a minute, the world suffered while he didn’t sleep. So a word is uttered, he prefers them spoken, words that are uttered cause resent. He prefers his conversations to be as direct as the tip of a dagger.