They say you cannot kill an idea, but many great ideas are killed once they meet Safety—all blown out in an instant once in her presence. She can be a monster, and her only tactic is to appear better than Risk.
Risk is dirty, and sweaty, and rude. He is revolting compared to Safety’s sweet embrace. But Safety makes sparkling promises, poisoned with emptiness.
Risk makes no such promises. He has a different kind of allure, because his promises are truthful and the only way he can fail you is if you mistake him for Death.
However the wise rarely repeat this mistake, for Death is not quite so obvious in his appearance as Risk. Death has no odor, Death has no color, and the only thing Death can promise is Certainty.
But Certainty is Death’s lover and she responds only to him. Neither Safety nor Risk has any bearing on where Certainty spreads her contradictions, and she is only ever found with Death.
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