and you thought....

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That hard would be just hard.
That difficult only had two variations.
Yeah, I can do it!
What have I got to lose?
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Regardless of what you thought, once you are in something the light appears to have a different constituency. However inexplicable it may seem (or be), it is the same light with a different perspective. The former perspective always seems to be the best. Why?... Because quicksand looks sturdy enough until you step into it. Then you have a different perspective. Mud and sand make quicksand. Kind of like a stop and a fricative make an affricative. Of which the complexity of quicksand is assumed.

As one may look forward to what else is in the quicksand (as one can only imagine) many things may come to mind. Like the stay puft marshmellow man. It seemed harmless enough but proved not to be so loveably puffy. A voiceless voiced fricative seems to be next. But such thoughts of doom and the more cheery gloom should not be the focal point. Why does one step into the quicksand? To get somewhere. Particularly somewhere where one is who is not subject to the grappling affect of the quicksand. One such person who can and will pull one along through the quicksand. IF... Only condition is to just see the hand that is continually being offered from above. Has the effect of, "Wow! What quicksand?"