I concede, and disarm myself before the public's eye, but all I leave for you is the trailings of my thoughts. The ideas I have to share that come unsheathed and flow through fingers to the keyboard, and travel through the tiny wires of the system to the tiny wires of the mind. Whether or not this is worthwhile I cannot say, for worth is perceptual, not conceptual. Or is it? Are we not all sociopaths in the end? Does anything "other" concern us? I do not believe so. These are my thoughts. Please do not try to understand. Unless you want to.

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