Uncle Fiction...?

Gus. Frustration is a lot like friction. And if friction never was there would never have been motion. And if friction were to not be there would be no stillness. Thanks then to frustration we have poems, spaceships and diamonds, and you too, Gus, becuase isn't copulation just specialized friction. And words to the wind would be but deadweight without friction, which is really, a lot like fiction.
I think that my avuncular advice will always be, "do as i do, not as i say."