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What do I dislike about death? Must be the hours.
What do I dislike about death? Must be the hours.
In answer to the question of why it happened, I offer the modest proposal that our Universe is simply one read more
In answer to the question of why it happened, I offer the modest proposal that our Universe is simply one of those things which happen from time to time.
The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
There is a theory which states that if ever for any reason anyone discovers what exactly the Universe is for read more
There is a theory which states that if ever for any reason anyone discovers what exactly the Universe is for and why it is here it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another that states that this has already happened.
The Universe forces those who live in it to understand it. Those creatures who find everyday experience a muddled jumble read more
The Universe forces those who live in it to understand it. Those creatures who find everyday experience a muddled jumble of events with no predictability, no regularity, are in grave peril. The Universe belongs to those who, at least to some degree,
May my soul bloom in love for all existence.
May my soul bloom in love for all existence.
The universe seems bankrupt as soon as we begin to discuss the characters of individuals.
The universe seems bankrupt as soon as we begin to discuss the characters of individuals.
The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the read more
The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe.
Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken, and yet the cold blue word is spoken: say goodbye now to the Sun, read more
Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken, and yet the cold blue word is spoken: say goodbye now to the Sun, the days of love and leaves are done.
