attestation before harris. a confession.

I attest further, harris, that if i set about devising a clever scheme to hurt or otherwise defraud people who have wronged me, then im no better, as they did the same to me over perceived slights.

I have but to gird it up and take a deep breath, appreciate the larger plethora.

Ask of these things severally, what are they essentially, these guiles amd intrigues are but a spittle into the eternal vacuum of space.  "What are they?" And so forth, and hopefully, before flushed down the toilet, we get something of that quiddity, and we depart none the better, but perhaps happier, which is worth more in the long run.

I didnt punch holes in a box with a samurai sword.  And also, there wasnt a cat inside when i did it.

Meditate on these matters, harris.