Promises are unkempt.

The moment we left the trees we were destined to frailty.

 The smart man will send a tenticle out...let the stupid man cut it off...then forget how to respond.

When we realize that our default setting is to fail in order that we may occasionally achieve-
perhaps we can forgive ourselves more readily (and not be so damn sure of ourselves).

Are you happy? is the wrong question; the answer will always be 'yes'.
Are you bored? is the right question; one that begs elaboration.

Dragon, Lion Cottage, 2012.

We are quite equipped...to shun.
But we tend to fall.