Objection.
It's already in all of us. It comes in greater or smaller waves whenever it pleases. You can't stop it, just try to endure it till you are wash away into death....
I hate it when I'm poetic.
EDIT: 6666 post. It's true..... I'm damned to be alone....
Objection.
It's a horrible distraction. One filled with pain and loneliness for the intelligent, and one filled of meaningless existence for the loved ones.
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