"Reality," Laurel, is not that you are weak, and dream of becoming strong. Poor, and dream of becoming rich. Alone, and dream of having friends. But that you're already strong, rich, and among friends. Yet, at times, dream that you're not.
Silly,
The Universe
How would you like it if I saw lack, while surrounded in abundance? I know, I know, Laurel... you'd still love me blindly.
