I had a dream last night. The details, as always, are fuzzy, but I distinctly remember that at one point I was watching a historical documentary about ancient Arabia. At one point they flashed what was, in my dream, a piece of ancient Arabic wisdom in the form of a proverb:
It matters not to the weary camel whether he travels for friend or foe; his bladder bursts either way. Eat some dates.
I presume "eat some dates" is the Arabic version of "c'est la vie." I vastly prefer my version.
I think we should all heed the wise words of my endlessly creepy subconscious.
You should needlepoint that and sell it at street festivals. That's the type of advice that would look real nice hanging in someone's guest bathroom.
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