Waking up each morning thinking that life is meaningless and without
purpose--that each breath taken is a reminder of a limited
existence--that every good endeavor and simple kindness shown in a day
is irrelevant--that beauty in the sky, moon, stars, clouds, grass,
birds, trees, is an unexplainable coincidence--I would rather BELIEVE
then live in such dreadful wasteland.
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