Workday 14 of 14

"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts. And when you no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart, you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly."

-Kahil Gibran


It is, was, and continues to be one of those months. Please excuse me until the bullshit ends.