If I had a tattoo, it should probably be this, displayed somewhere I could see it easily:
"In general, Loquacity (rambling talk) opens the doors of the soul, and the devout warmth of the heart at once escapes. Empty talk does the same, but even more so... Empty talk is the door to criticism and slander, the spreader of false rumors and opinions, the sower of discord and strife. It stifles the taste for mental work and almost always serves as a cover for absence of sound knowledge..."
---Saint Theophan the Recluse
And what does St. Theophan have to do with icy cold nights? Well, he was Russian, of course. He has absolutely nothing to do with tattoos, at least as far as I'm aware.
G'night.
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