Why does it seem easier for us to accept reality when it is within the confinement of the animal kingdom yet so hard for us to face it in our?
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Scott glanced at his watch but didn't register what it said. The notion of time had become as absurd as the quietly glowing trees.
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Oh, gentlemen, perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life I've never been able to start or finish anything. Granted, granted I'm a babbler, a harmless, irksome babbler, as we all are. But what's to be done if the sole and express purpose of every intelligent man is babble--that is, a deliberate pouring from empty into void.
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Solitude led to retrospective thinking, and if the past is what you are trying to get away from, then constant distractions in the present are needed.
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There is much that is strange, but nothing that surpasses man in strangeness
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A king of a kingdom no one fucking knows about! I'm the tree in the forest that silently falls--when no one is around to be crushed! [Lothaire, Enemy of Old]
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Like billiard balls colliding our courses were altered.
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I have begun to wonder where I came from. The person I am now, this fumbling, stumbling supplicant.. Was I built on the foundations of my old life, or did I rise from the grave a blank state? How much of me is inherited, and how much is my own creation? Questions that were once just idle musings have begun to feel strangely urgent. Am I firmly rooted to what came before? Or can I choose to deviate?
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Sometimes truths are what we run from, and sometimes they are what we seek.
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Deciding to wait, Scott sat down with a pint away from the bar at a corner table and lit a cigarette. The clientele in there on Sunday afternoon were the same as most other afternoons. From middle-aged to old men, drinking and cursing at the world like it was the last bus which had just left the stop without them.
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