Question to myself: What does predictability have to do with my reliance on what people say over how they say it?

I was never that unpredictable, with conscience of consonance, and so when I said "aglet", you knew very soon I would follow it with "Salgado", but I was the God of shingle. As a little boy, I would stand in the middle of the driveway, casting stones I intuited as bad towards the road, those that were good towards the house. I was never that unpredictable, but when I got older I did sometimes throw the good ones towards the road.