Life is a journey from oblivion to a greater oblivion, the thought of which can lead one to self-destruction.
Therefore we need traps to keep us busy. Traps like making love or making wars (depending on our makeup)
for they are our only commodity in life, as we are hostages to the power of our brains, prisoners in our imaginary
cells between the walls of inhibition beyond which lie unnamed consequences. Yes, we must continue to dance
like the eternal swinging of the pendulum.
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