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In The Future, Maybe Quantum Mechanics Will Teach Us Something Equally Chilling About Exactly How We Exist From Moment To Moment Of What We Like To Think Of As Time.

For All That We Have Done, As A Civilization, As Individuals, The Universe Is Not Stable, And Nor Is Any Single Thing Within It. Stars Consume Themselves, The Universe Itself Rushes Apart, And We Ourselves Are Composed Of Matter In Constant Flux. Colonies Of Cells In Temporary Alliance, Replicating And Decaying And Housed Within, An Incandescent Cloud Of Electrical Impulse And Precariously Stacked Carbon Code Memory. This Is Reality, This Is Self Knowledge, And The Perception Of It Will, Of Course, Make You Dizzy.

I Think By Definition You Need To Have Lived A Little Bit To Write Anything That's Humanly True.

It Was The Single Forgiving Phrase In The Syntax Of Weaponry I Had Strapped About Me. The Rest Were Unequivocal Sentences Of Death.

Take What Is Offered And That Must Sometimes Be Enough.