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What we should now try and do is not the impossible, which is easily accomplished, but the unimaginable. These superinfinities of awareness, that make life as mysterious to us as death. Teenager, your pimple is my citadel, which I will rest on and find comfort in for both good times and bad. You might not realize it as you grow, but one day you will find in your heartache their reflections in the civil wars of your time, letting your triumphs, if you fight your battles well, find their success in the peace of foreign lands. Those who mock you are in power, but they haven’t tasted the scent of steel, nor the sufferings of a bullet wound. You were put on this earth to carry the earth on your shoulders, and I won’t lie to you: one day, you will be wealthier than me. I lower my head in shame if you feel envy towards me for some forty years, but be patient. You want me to say more than I can, but how can I pay you to listen, if silence does not deafen your ears? Our room is too big, but your will is greater, and that is what gives us the confidence of feeling that it is partitioned. Attention begets negligence, so forgive me, data weavers, for going solo.

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