and surfaces,

cleansed and banished,

always feel lovelier than when first encountered.

I often wonder if I believe in everything I practice and purport to believe in, or if I simply pretend to do so , so that some sort of placebo effect enacts itself in my life…

and the more important question: if it is the latter answer, why does it make a difference?

Though I think the riddle answers itself, for for a placebo effect to work, doesn’t their have to be actual belief in the first place? šŸ™‚