I'm not okay. People keep asking me how I am, standard greeting and all, but rather than lie I just tell them they don't want to know, or stop asking that. I haven't been okay for months, perhaps years.
Madness string 3227
The ancients read the cracks in heated turtle shells, and the patterns in the guts of birds and sheep, in an attempt to get answers in the face of overwhelming complexity. We are about to make lower quality decisions than a guy on shrooms staring at a pile of guts. Whee!