In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.

There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.

““What are you reading?” “A book.” He rolls his eyes as I flip to the next page. Naturally, he plops down beside me to look at the book. “What’s it called?” This time his head is maneuvering around to find the title on the front cover. “It’s called None-Ya.” “Oh, cool. That’s an interesting ti-” “None- Ya business.” I hide my smirk behind my book as he realizes how gullible he is. His eyes widen in awe at first, then squints to look at me before he begins to dig his fingers into my sides, forcing me to drop the book and burst out laughing. These were the moments when I knew– he was the one.”

“It is one of the commonest mistakes to consider that the limit of our power of perception is also the limit of all there is to perceive.”

““How strangely will the Tools of a Tyrant pervert the plain Meaning of Words!”