From the Chronicled Works of Jacob Peacock.
The heart cried out, “There are dangers in all things.”
And the mind replied, “So”
Then thinking again the mind elaborated,
“This speaks only that amidst the danger
there lies great reward to be regarded. And if deemed fortunous,
the expounded upon to belittle the dangers.”
The heart weeped, “Stop! I cannot think.”
Sneering, the mind whispers, “Exactly.”
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