December 17, 2011 09:25:33 PM
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Alex
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“And what of today?” he mused. All now but the same, life’s parade of days slipping into months and years, spilling over innumerable decades. For with the gift of the infinite, something was lost; perhaps the innocent and unknown spontaneity of each new day. He’d seen men become gods, only to be defeated by their greatest enemy of all, Time. Obsession to so many and only a footnote in his own, he decided on tea.
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from “norman”: when a life ever after becomes by its own existence a kind of hell, one can conceive of ending it all as self-defeating without a penalty; how tragic is then eternal -- the little things in seconds
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