Words, so easily spoken, are meaningless, dry leaves. They fall, and then blow away. They have no weight in them. They are temporal, crumbling, and so easily forgotten.
So from here until forever more, I will limit my words to written form, and for only those who read them. For the concrete world, in all its truth, is one of deeds, not words.
Hence, except in veiled reflection, and only for the amusement of strangers, I will spare this world of weights and measures my weightless words, in hope that my failed behavior alone will suffice.
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