It was then that I began to look into the seams of your doctrine. I wanted only to pick at a single knot, but when I had got that undone, the whole thing raveled out. And then I understood that it was all machine‑sewn.
This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; truth isn't.
You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.
