Infinite Jaggedness, Finite Wisdom

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Beaten back so many times, we steady ourselves for the final
blow, the one that will do us in, the one that will surely
define us. If we only knew then what we know now
(we tell ourselves), we’d have made something
better of our time. Maybe taken that other
road, or gotten drunk one more time. All
a fool’s speculation, a buffoon’s final
refuge. It’s all the same

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