Every generation of man that's come before has realized the prior had been profoundly wrong about a good number things they felt were pretty damn certain.
Can you imagine what's to come when our reality grows old and dies before us?
When we outlive our normal?
When our bags dissolve around us?



When faux-profundity's cool again?

Love,
the dead minotaur

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