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Snow Makes Cities Innocent Again, Reveals The Frailty Of The Human Gesture Against The Void.

That's The Problem With Being Alive ... You've Got To Keep Thinking Of What To Do.

Only Meaning Can Make A Difference And We All Know There's No Meaning. All Stories Express A Desire For Meaning, Not Meaning Itself. Therefore Any Difference Knowing The Story Makes Is A Delusion.

I Don’t Know Where The Universe Came From Or What Happens To Creatures When They Die. I Don’t Know If The Whole Thing’s An Unravelling Accident Or An Inscrutable Design. I Don’t Know How One Should Live—but I Know That One Should Live, If One Can Possibly Bear It.

Peace Is Purchased In The Currency Of Loss.