"Venice is to the man-made world what the Grand Canyon is to the natural one," said travel writer Thomas Swick in an article praising the awe-inciting beauty of the Italian city. "When I went to Venice," testified French novelist Marcel Proust, "my dream became my address." American author Truman Capote chimed in that "Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs at one go." I bring this up, Cancerian, because even if you don't make a pilgrimage to Venice, I expect that you will soon have the chance, metaphorically speaking, to consume an entire box of chocolate liqueurs at one go. Take your sweet time. Nibble slowly. Assume that each bite will offer a distinct new epiphany.

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Exaggerate your flaws till they turn into virtues. Dream up wilder, wetter, more interesting problems. Change your name every day for a thousand days.