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tell me there remains an infinity, lush and luscious with life, an outstretching, darkstarry excess - to know and to be consumed by, to explore for pure pleasure’s sake, with or without an aim.
tell me there is aim left, though! - noble aim, and thousands upon billions of unthought thoughts, yet-unideated ideas, strategies and poetries that only need a bit of editing before they can lift this noble boldness, good to the core, off the ground and out of the muck of self-destructive helplessness.
