Although you can't tell, my arms do unfold. It'll all come out in the wash. My brain has a mind of its own. I didn't have my glasses on. In the town I grew up in, the population never changed.
Reality is hard enough to deal with.
Speed and death have five letters. The Church can sleep and eat at once. Someone will turn the thing on, and I'll go in the other room and read a book. The main things are the plain things, and the plain things are the main things. Sometimes God doesn't save our bacon until it's crisp.