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My sense of tiredness grows as my fingers move across the screen.
Sight is the power of wisdom. Hearing is the power of compassion.
One commits arson to get money. Another commits to get off. You tell me who is more foolish.
First of all, as some Marxists would point out, they have a history. Second of all, as some Buddhists would maintain, they must be purified.
My ugliness looks attractive, my stupidity sounds smart, my bitterness tastes sweet, my bullshit smells good, my coarseness feels smooth.