The only infallible safety net is the one we build beneath our emotions, the one that never fails to catch us on the way down, down, down as we leap from the precipice toward the jagged rocks below.

Yes, I know. Sheer fallacy.

Infallibility is a fatuous concept based on a contemptible lie. But, still, I cling to the notion that, somewhere, there is a net so deftly woven and so perfectly styled that it will catch us, every time, should we fall.

Safety is a myth.  Safety is the magnifying glass in a ten-year-old’s backyard, the magnifying glass expertly used to massacre ants and start fires for the sake of burning. Safety is the insidious surprise, the eruption of a spontaneous inferno that consumes every opportunity not taken for fear of  the unknown.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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