Today's Crypo-Saying Answer is:
You're working under a slight handicap. You happen to be human.
Q: "What is the burning question on the mind of every dyslexic
existentialist?"
A: "Is there a dog?"
Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails,
whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through
the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush!
-- Captain Ahab, "Moby Dick"