No Wizards
Do you want the truth or do you want the hope?
Truth is we all got a finite timeline.
Walking this earth.
A begin date.
And a date with destiny.
Everything in between is life.
The hope is, then, that there's something that turns on when the lights go out.
That's the truth.
That's the hope.
The truth is, most folk don't want it.
The truth that is.
They think they do, but they really want the hope.
Truth is often nasty.
"You can't handle the truth!"
Dirty.
Filthy.
Horrific beyond conceivability.
"There are some books that are never meant to be read."
But truth can also be wondrous.
Magical.
The best beyond all belief.
Wuv. True wuv.
And that's the truth most want.
I hope.
And so, truth seekers, seek more hope.
And hope seekers, well, keep doing your thing.
The people who seek truth wear it on their flesh.
It's broken them, if they've sought it long enough.
But those who seek hope, glow.
The longer they've done it, the deeper the radiance.
I've turned more hope into truth, I still can't believe it.
It don't even make sense looking back.
I think I glow.
That's just the radiation and platinum in your body.
☢
That sheet just gave me a superpower.
Mutated to thankful.
Grateful.
Humble(ish).
So pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
He's doing atrocious things to keep the world churning.
Same as it ever was.
Embrace the road.
Gold-bricked.
Ruby slippered.
With your people.
Follow it, and it will take you home.
Fowo you foeva.
I hope.
Hey, would you look at that.
You've had it with you all along.
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That's the gospel truth.
Click.
Click.
Boom.
Click.
"You used to be fun. You used to be warped and twisted and hilarious... and I mean that in the best way. I mean it as a compliment!"
"I was hilarious once, wasn't I?