Sometimes I wonder what the heck is going on. Then I remember all the people throughout history who have tried very hard to get a bead on things. When they thought they had ironed it all out, they went nuts and people usually died or were mistreated for stupid reasons. Pigments and orifices. Prayers and flags. Bombs and bullets.

So now, at least, this very day, I tell myself this: you're just going to die—be miserable while you can.

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