3 Rules 2 Live By

Here are three rules to live by. Or ten. Or one, looping endlessly like a Mobius mixtape.

1. go with your gut; all else is noise
2. a little noise never hurt anyone
3.  never hurt anyone

Addenda:

1. screw up often; failing is part of the procedure
2. life is a circle; pi is irrational; ergo
3. they don’t have to get you; you do

Of musical origin:

1. do what you do do well boy
2. girl you’ll be a woman soon
3. mama we’re all crazee now
4. papa’s got a brand new bag (ok that’s 4)

(OK that’s 10)

Ah yes, the sacred gut—nature’s squishy oracle, nestled right between last night’s vindaloo and tomorrow’s existential regret. We love to preach three rules to live by, as if our digestive tract were a licensed life coach whispering absolute truths between burps. According to the gurus, all else is merely noise; reason, evidence, and common sense are just background static compared to the gurgling wisdom of your innards.

“A little noise never hurt anyone,” chirps the man installing subwoofers the size of planets, moments before launching a sonic boom that sterilizes pigeons mid-flight. It’s the anthem of leaf blower loyalists, midnight hammerers, and toddlers in percussive ecstasy. Noise builds character, they say—especially when it’s the soundtrack to your slow descent into madness. Silence is for cowards.

“Never hurt anyone”—a quiet triumph in a world that treats conflict like cardio. It’s the creed of those who wield kindness like a scalpel: precise, healing, and intentional. They defuse tension with humor, listen like artists, and dignify rather than dominate. Their legacy isn’t carved in marble, but etched in empathy—a quiet revolution in soft places.

So go with your gut—unless it’s dairy-compromised, then maybe phone a lactose-tolerant oracle. A little noise never hurt, especially when it drowns out the inner critic and invites a tambourine to your existential jazz band. And above all, never hurt anyone—unless it’s with radical honesty, gently wrapped like a truth burrito in bubble wrap. Life’s messy, noisy, and gut-driven, but if you’re dancing without too many bruised toes, you’re probably doing just fine.