sai | GLYPH
First time out of the vault

It’s funny how superstition becomes its own means of justification. That a belief is more absolute when it is out of your control, even though the very inception, the very acceptance, of the belief was purely psychological.
“I cannot go out. A black cat crossed my path.”
“I will have good fortune today, for I found a penny on its head.”
There is something ill in the fact that one must have faith in the former to have faith in the latter, when choosing to believe any combination is arbitrary.
(Just... venting.)
“I cannot go out. A black cat crossed my path.”
“I will have good fortune today, for I found a penny on its head.”
There is something ill in the fact that one must have faith in the former to have faith in the latter, when choosing to believe any combination is arbitrary.
(Just... venting.)