random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard, ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about, don`t speak to me of anarchy or peace of calm revolt, man, we`re in a play of slow decay orchestrated by boltzmann, it`s entropy, it`s not a human issue, entropy, it`s matter of course, entropy, enegery at all levels, entropy, from it you can not divorce and your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to lose all significance, extinction, degradation; the natural outcomes of our ordered lives, power, motivation; temporary fixtures for which we strive, something in our synapses assures us we`re ok but in our desequilibrium we simply can not stay, it`s entropy..., a stolid proposition from a man unkempt as i, my affectatious i can not rectify, but we are out of equilibrium unnaturally, a pang of conciousness at death and then you will agree
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