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Aliens are real. So is God. And we’re all doomed.

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Those are the words that scream inside my head constantly these days. Because nothing makes sense to me anymore. Everything is possible, and that’s mildly terrifying, yet exhilarating. Literally.

An overused word with the perfect translation. This. How do you reference something in time, space, a complexity? This. That’s all I feel anymore. Because once your tapped into your subconscious this is all that can be on your mind.

This is everything right with the world.

This is everything wrong with the world.

This contains every ounce of truth within me.

This is the summation of all parts.

My mom calls it the secret. Which is a terrible name for someone who likes to follow the rules.

I’ve just come to know it as ethics.

What a terrible burden. To feel the weight of the world. I’d imagine this is why Atlas Shrugged.

Dagny quits.

I wonder if Dagny quit because in the end, there was nothing she could do. Nothing at all to make the people see. Make the people stop. Make the people care.

Dagny cared about the people. Until Dagny had nothing left to give. Dagny was trying.

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