Sugar Pie Honey Bunches of Hall and Oat(e)s

We live in a world, now more than ever, where if it sounds too good to be true.

It probably is.

Too good to be true.

Which is a weird, almost positive, way to say it's not true.

And sure, we all encounter that on a daily basis.

Hourly basis.

Minutely basis.

We're unable now to trust our eyes and ears.

If we ever were.

I think it started with those filters that dewrinkled you.

Smoothed it out.

Made you purty(ish).

Now it don't even have to be you.

You just tell it to be.

And it is.

Magic.

I think you can still trust smells.

Touches.

Tastes.

For now.

But see and hear?

Untrustable.

Now, you should always trust your sixth sense.

If you got one.

I used to think everyone did.

But they don't.

Your spidey sense.

If that sheet tingles, you always trust it.

That sheet tapping quantum.

But to me, that means we got three senses left.

Four tops.

Great band.

Or maybe it means we gotta develop new senses.

Hunches.

Trust those.

Inner voices.

Like me.

Trust those (kinda).

Hey!

And your heart.

Aww.

These things.

These senses.

Will let you down.

Sure, like all things.

But it's also important to know that it will let you up.

And that's where I'm going.

So come on up, too.

Always room up here.

Actually.

Ackchyually.

I can't go for that.

No can do.

Pick another mountain.

This one is out of touch.

Haha, can't help myself.

🔊

Soul really matters to me.

Too much.