For A Love Of Vague-iguity
It's funny... how life symbolizes itself before your eyes. How putting the dresser in a room, and some knicknacks on the shelves turns it into a home instantaneously. How gratifying it is to look around, sigh softly, and realize that somethings can actually work out. That not everything is the pile of shit that you're use to brushing your teeth with.
That life has not only a sense of humor, but a sense of mercy and karma. That things that've gone around can eventually come around, and when the smoke clears, the ends don't need to justify the means if the means ask no justification.
Everything is righteous, and everyone who disagrees are usually the ones who unsuccessfully attempted to tramble those who have risen above.