Forever forgotten, smitten by the desire to repeat the past, she participates in an act of conditional surrender. As if time was over, smashed into piles of temporary accuracy. So little is known about the motivations of a motivational speaker that I am suspicious of her intent. She stares blankly at a signal of submission, I cannot think it might be time for lunch.

The nuances conflate into a moment of rhetorical passion. A lobby filled with grey suits and naked ambition seems lit by an inner conviction to remain immobile. So I sit there waiting to be invited to a reception at 11 in the inner recesses of productivity and all that goes with that.

Lastly, she hastens to remind us of tendencies to react negatively to new ideas. How can she be so misguided? I am convinced that all folly begins with the intent to make radical use of metaphors and insidious attitudes concerning the role of adolescent ardor. Can it be more obvious?

Dear reader, simply let go of your grip on whatever you are holding on to. I will catch you, not to worry.