Pick a direction and run.
Run with me.
I'll pick the next coin to flip.
We'll fall.
We'll slip.
But run.
Run fast.
We don't know where we're going and we don't have to.
We can't fail if we don't pick a destination.
Mold our hands together and fly.
We'll fall.
We'll slip.
We'll hurt.
But we can't get lost.
We can't fail.
Run because the earth won't move on it's own.
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