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One was hurt most by what one knew.
Those who had nothing substantial to brag about bragged the loudest.
Still she kept going. She didn’t know what else to do. Her plan, if she could call it that, was simply to be an automaton until the center could no longer hold;
was Nietzschean in the broader sense that he felt life only had purpose if he was constantly pushing himself past his own limits.
Where all was silent, and you could not run from the thunder of your mind.
Stop barreling toward the end point, start lingering in the process.
