A stringent hope is all that remains; a hope that all things will get better one day.  But it's an incoherent dream- a strident goal that can never be achieved because it exists in Utopia and that's just make-believe isn't it?  We have never lived in it, thus how can we know it is there?  It is a falsification.  A non-entity.

 

That said, we live in hope.

 

People are again those weird animals.  Why do I look at them from above?  Probably because I'm better than them.

 

Try and defy me.  You will fail.

 

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