‘As he talked to me and told me of what I might become, (…)I saw my life as if I stood apart from it, (…) the constant fleeing from one petty annoyance after another, (…)none of whom made the slightest difference in a narrow, materialistic, and selfish existence. I saw my real gods... the gods of most men.
Food, drink, and security in conformity. Cinders.'
— Nov 07, 2025 06:54AM
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