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The sullen dawn arises Be good, [...] Ever more keenly carved were the paths our lives take by that to which we are ignorant, than that which we have come [...] The reasoned mind remains so at a whim, reason itself perched upon a treacherous mountain of sand, it’s comfort an untruth, a security bought at the cost of instinct, of a myriad of conveniently manipulated falsehoods. The seeds of madness are not sown in carefully cultivated fields of righteous order as our epoch has come to believe, [...] It’s mnemonic even. Thanks brain. Ever the trouble with a mordant wit, “If you remain focused on the fact that there is noise, you’re never going to hear the [...] Anyone can give an answer, and of those, some well. It is, however, in the formulation of their questions in which you’ll find the measure of a [...] |
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