Boiled heads need salt.  May I be that salt.  May I be the tormentor of your private fictions that keep you cozy.  May you seek the reality that does more than convince you it feels right, it resonates with your soul in a way that cracks of the painted frescos this world likes to slather on.  And may I have enough dedicated time to craft fictions and spin yarns that will pull those greater truths out while still being sharp enough to pierce your hide and keep you hooked! :D