I hardly dare to venture into the twisted pathways of your mind. I fear getting lost, or worse, starting to agree. I don't want to know the way you work, I don't want to share your views. The rooted tree need not fly like the bird out of his nest. I am steady here, with the river running around me, giving me nourishment. You, you can take to the air by yourself. There is nothing but a fall below you.
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