All of the things that you thought were universalndo not belong to us all. It is internal.nSo then, if there isn't a truth that everyone holdsnBelief is beginning to bruise. You walk where there isn't a floornYou see how it's flawed?nYou make this dubious faithnThat keeps us floored. The nausea is a friend. It leads to relief.nYou won't expect it to endnIn your queezy beliefs.nn