Puzzles the will,And makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of

Me, I’m always trying to fly to new ills. Not these ones he’s specifically referring to, i.e. not to DEATH but the other devils I don’t know.

The devil I know is familiar and intractable. The devil I don’t is seductive and offers the possibility of change. The devil I don’t know is sexy and suave. Even the problems he brings me are interesting. The devil I don’t know whispers seductively to my wanderlust suggesting that it will all be better over there, that that place will change everything. He convinces me that the devil I know is a real devil and he, the devil I don’t know, will be different. He will treat me better than the other devil.

But, after years of listening to each new devil, I came to see how each new devil quickly revealed how much like the old devil he was. It’s really like there’s really only one devil who happens to be a master of disguise.

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