Jeeves' Diary

Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
© Omar Khayyam

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Actually, what we know at present is so miserable + we so pathetically small into Universe, that our smugness looks like of that of a cockroach that imagined it knows world in full as his antennae are best feeder ever…Only cockroaches may make raids + be so disrespectfuly brazen to "conquer" extraterrestriall territories searching for resource , spayng it for automatical owning by pricking into the ground flags like phallic self-asserion, and even to bequeath in advance what you see and use, but its not of yours … Space vanity fair started not long ago, but it is growing very fast. Looks like…

this scenario is happening everywhere.
And you ain't going to nirvana or far-vana,
you're coming right back here to live out your karma.
With even more drama than previously, seriously.
© Faithless