Sometimes, it's just so hard to believe that life isn't some kind of reward for something. You know? I mean, not that my life specifically is so great or anything, but just - LOOK at this place! Doesn't it seem sometimes like you're being rewarded, just to be here? Just to be able to be alive, and be in this place, where there's all this stuff going on, and we can sense it with our senses, and there's all these facts smacking at us and implications hinting around, and we can think about them all with our thoughts, and there are all these people around, and we can rub up against them with our bodies. I mean, if we live in a crowded metropolis and take public transit.
Otherwise, ask first.
Otherwise, ask first.
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