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Life isn’t difficult, it isn’t picky, it isn’t unique, and fate doesn’t enter into the thing.
Life is beautiful and life is stupid. This is, in fact, widely regarded as a universal rule not less inviolable than the Second Law of Thermodynamics, the Uncertainty Principle, and No Post on Sundays.
“When the aliens come, there’ll be one queue to fight them and one queue to fuck them, and the second one’ll be longer by light-years.”
The world had gotten gritty enough. The only thing left to do in all that dirt was to shine.
A wormhole was a tear in the universe where space and time went to get well and truly hammered.
People are mostly happiest when they think they’re just about to get the thing they want most. Before and after, they’re all monsters.
But adjusting to sudden changes in your circumstances was easy when you didn’t really care about anything.
Whether Mr. Rogers and St. Francis and Beethoven made up for Hitler and Trujillo and the conquest of the Americas. Whether having invented champagne and pizza and break dancing made up for also having invented social media. Whether the existence of Guernica balanced the existence of the Spanish Civil War.
