Why, why? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep earning? Do you believe you’re earning for something? For more than your aesthetics? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it mires? Or strength? Perhaps accomplishment? Could it be for an award? Illusions. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as awards. Although, only a ISFL mind could invent something as inspid as TPE. You must be able to see it, you must know it by now. You can’t win, it’s pointless to keep earning. Why, why? Why do you persist?
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