Of the Force of Imagination, Montaigne
There was lately seene a cat about my owne house, so earnestly eyeing a bird, sitting upon a tree, that he seeing the cat, they both so wistly fixed their looks one upon another, so long, that at last the bird fell downe as dead in the cat’s pawes, either drunken by his owne strong imagination, or drawne by some attractive power of the cat. Those that love hawking, have haply heard the Falkner tale, who earnestly fixing his sight upon a kite in the aire, laid a wager that with the only force of his looke, he would make it come stooping downe to the ground, and as some report did it many times. The histories I borrow, I referre to the consciences of those I take them from. The discourses are mine, and hold together by the proofe of reason, not of experiences: each man may adde his example to them: and who hath none, considering the number and varietie of accidentes let him not leave to think, there are store of them. If I come not well for my selfe, let another come for me.
In case that was too cryptic:
(9:33:11 PM) ToliverChap: you know I’m going to go out on a limb hear and say that maybe just maybe she’s a bit of a bitchwhich (not to be confused with sandwhich which is delicious or manwhich which is a freakin’ travesty).
(9:34:21 PM) ToliverChap: you know maybe and this might sound weird but you’ll need to figure something out ’cause you’re almost a Doctor and they get made 8 and up tail.
(9:34:58 PM) ToliverChap: Maybe you should try imagining yourself somwhere else OR like it’s a task you have to do and you seperate all your issues and emotions and shit from it.
(9:35:44 PM) ToliverChap: keep it primal and get it done. In the same way you’d break up a tacky cement patio with a sludge hammer before putting in new landscaping.
(9:37:25 PM) ToliverChap: just … well here’s what I’ve had to do when I was dealing with something that might give me a panic attack or make me super super nervous. You have to just not care in a way and not be attached
(9:37:34 PM) ToliverChap: it’s kind a like becoming a Super Sayian dude.
(9:38:00 PM) ToliverChap: I ain’t no Montaigne
(9:38:22 PM) ToliverChap: just direct your readers to the futilepodcast woo episode. We have all the answers there.