The ABCs of Survival
One hand feeds you, the other one beats you. They’re both hooked into the same body that hosts your treasonous brain.
Your best bet is to wave those hands like a voodoo queen trying to put a spell on the tiger that’s chasing Black Sambo around a tree so fast they’re both turning into butter.
Or is it Sambo who’s chasing the tiger?
When you run in circles, no one’s in the lead.
