Well, I did my thing. And talked serious. And answered, or something, the question: “What’s the secret?” for 20×2.
What’s the secret?
ugh, the secret. the secret. something that other people don’t know. something that presumably i know that you don’t.
a secret? a secret. what the fuck is the secret?
alright. ya know, i’ve thought about this for a long time. it’s been on my mind forever. i always want to be so clever and unique. i want to be didactic and interesting and prophetic.
but i’ve thought about it too long. too hard. the secret is something simple. something i can’t just make up. it’s something obvious. something that, well, isn’t secret at all.
so first: i’m a privileged white male. i have so much privilege that i don’t really even see it all the time. i’m all but blind to it sometimes. but i know it. that’s not a secret.
second, and this is the secret that shouldn’t be secret: free will. i stand before you a privileged white male. with free will.
with free will.
with free will.
i have no excuses for i have free will.
third: love. look, i thought about it too much. but it’s obvious. love shouldn’t be a secret and so when you want to know, “what’s the secret?” there’s only ever going to be one answer. wanna know why? fuck it, because love is really the only secret worth keeping.
Factory Joe 
Love and free will, excellent stuff.
awwww… 😉
Couldn’t have said it better myself.