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<h4><p>welcome, traveler. sit down, and stay awhile.</p></h4>
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*whispers* hello friend HACK THE PLANET 🌎 🐡 it's a unix system. i know this. we're all pilgrims and strangers, and nobody knows what the fuck they're doing. never feel certain. sureness is sin. feel good. pride. confidence. effortless. present. feel bad. doubt. anxiety. potential. past. it's you. it's us. we'll make it. of course. we all must make it. because someday it'll be over. like a great big dream. i hope we can wake up together. and laugh at our efforts completely gone. and gaze into each others eyes for eternity. i want so badly to see you again.
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<h4>important quotes</h4>
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<summary>0</summary>
<code>unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. it's not.</code>
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<summary>1</summary>
<code>the only way out is through</code>
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<summary>2</summary>
<pre>your absence has gone through me
like thread through a needle.
everything i do is stitched with its color.</pre>
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<summary>3</summary>
<code>i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul</code>
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<summary>4</summary>
<code>fear is the mind killer</code>
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<summary>5</summary>
<pre>
this, then, is the human problem:
- there is a price to be paid for every increase in consciousness
- we cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain
- by remembering the past, we can plan for the future
- but the ability to plan for pleasure is
offset
by the ability to dread pain, and to fear the unknown
furthermore, the growth of an acute sense of the past and the future
gives us a correspondingly dim sense of the present
in other words:
we seem to reach a point where the advantages of being conscious
are outweight by its disadvantages
where extreme sensitivity makes us un-adaptable
under these circumstances we feel in conflict with our own bodies
and the world around them, and it is consoling to be able to think
that in this contradictory world we are but
~*~strangers and pilgrims~*~
for if our desires are out of accord with anything the finite world
can offer, it might seem that our nature is not of this world
that our hearts are made, not for the finite, but for *infinity*
the discontent of our souls would appear to be the sign and seal
of their divinity</pre>
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<summary>6</summary>
<pre>life is but a dream for the dead
swim in illusion
or sink in dread</pre>
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<summary>7</summary>
<pre>wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.</pre>
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<summary>8</summary>
<pre>despite everything, it's still you.</pre>
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<h4>posts from my friends</h4>
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<p>😮💨</p>
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