If you could see your fleshbag as a higher intelligence could see it, just once - you would never live another day the same. We are tottering bladder-sacs of barely cohesive slime. We are so, so far from what is possible.
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And yet so far from it! All its fingerprints in us and yet so hideous!
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This is the purpose of the great work. Even the greatest must putrify before it can become gold
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