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β man was not born to a world of justice. but he can create such a world! β
β they offer you so much power. so tempting to take advantage of it. β
β death is the promise we're all born with. β
β we could not bring back the golden age. indeed we were now paying the price of having enjoyed one. β
β through our sense of identity, we act. we determine our moral judgements. β
β we create fresh narratives to use in our survival. it is part of what makes us such flawed creatures. creatures of such narrative fiction creating cause and effect. β
β we rewrite our own memories, of course, all the time. β
β to compromise with tyranny is always to be destroyed by it. the sanest and most logical choice lay always in resistance. β
β we are friends to death, but not his servants. β
β the nearest we ever come to knowing truth is when we are witness to a paradox. β

















