And without Beaver, there is no Sharon.
Today, I spent time with one of my most favorite people in my world. And if solipsism is an idea good enough for a true definition, then it's definition is righteous within me. My own world is encompassed by better ideas, than those traveling through the mad ethers of "this" world.
If I could travel anywhere, it wouldn't be on an airplane, it'd be astrally into the minds of my other beings. If I could spend a day with the wit of Beaver the hands of Jesse, the dreams of Pooboy, the goodness & kindness of Scott and the all of Amanda, well then I'd be perfect human. Perhaps I've achieved this in learning from such lovely mentors already. I don't know if that is for me to decide, or for "you" to decide. Or for me to just let whatever is out there believe.
Regardless, I'd like it all to end, as stated by Vonnegut (that cynical fuck), "Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt".
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