Well let’s say we can’t handle the world. And so, everything turns to shit. Let’s retreat, party, don’t worry about the rest of the world. High ideals must decay, yes, get outa that eroding palace in the sky, and loaf in the flourishing garden on the ground. Don’t forget what’s going on though. Make sure you look out from the inside. Practice the arts, and cultivate the pleasures of the mind. Keep it safe? Up to you. Flirt and even sniff danger, but guard against harm.
So we can’t alter some things. And so, we must learn to control our emotions. Channel them, use them like Cyclops uses his eye-beam. Contained, yet able to summon intensity and calm when necessary. By this you may find contentment if that is what you desire. Let go of what you can’t control. Mmrmrmrmrmrmrmrm……Decadence? Culture? Let’s dismantle.
Leave and travel. 
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