I’ve come face-to-face with the coveted mythic bitch and am sorry to inform you that she is certifiably real.
I’d love to keep her locked away in legends, but she walks and grows among us.
It is imperative that you believe me and heed my warnings. She has led me on a goose chase to the end of the map. I hoped to discover a crack in her suit, a sliver of skin, but I stand at this edge with nothing to celebrate my journey.
As I nervously tracked her down, I realized that I should instead just follow her. In order to experience her, you must submit to her. Abandon all your plans as I had abandoned my compass.
She was bred to be followed. Allow her to hear you scurry behind, and she’ll ensure all further accommodations.
Trust her to lead with confidence. It is her birthright to part the oceans and lead us to our holy salvation.
Swallow the aphrodisiac.
Submit and follow her.
She stays on this narrow path that loops her into a rhythmic trap. She’ll lead you to me.
With you, I’ll be forced to break new ground. I’ll hold your hand and we’ll be forced to walk side-by-side. We’ll bush and shove and argue, and we’ll make it out.
But first, I need you to come look at this view.
Then, I need you to decide whether it’s worthwhile.
