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somtimes i sit here thinking, whats the purpose? what do all our material ccomplishments mean in the end? adn the struggle to reach those ends, are they worth the blood shed over a minor ambition thats more ego that calling. more a personal image of yourself, rather than a real mirror to your dreams. style over substance. is all this a form of masturbation we fall onto, or just spilling our seed oout of season, and for no purpose, fallow earth...whats the purpose, if we don't know what we will leave behind?