The knowledge that we are slipping

1. 2018-11-09 at 6:40 PM UTC

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   GGG victim of incest [my veinlike two-fold aepyornidae]
   When a child sits on a park bench he can see the end of the world like a crisp soup. It's flavor is complex, and the bowl seems to stretch on for eternity. The crisp soup cannot exist. It must not exist. But it does.
   
   The crisp soup exists and it is our job as human beings to deal with that. Discuss below.