And I Will Hang My Head Low
And of all the mistakes I've made, there are so many more. Stemming from an original fallacy believing that anything is self-aware. If we believed DesCartes then nothing would even exist. That fucker. And nothing is left but utter contempt for the human race as it is. When I take my leave, I hope everything else is doing the same, on a rocky beach on the west coast at sunset with their mothers and sisters bracing a wall of light, white, passing through. And until then, enjoy responsibly.