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The seer lowered his sword and knelt quietly beside Canti. He knew that while his foe's mind was locked on the torture he had afflicted him with, that it would not be a fair fight. Instead he whispered quietly in his ear
Hurts doesnt it. Its not what you thought it would be, omnipitance.. what a fallacy.. We want to know everything, now you know what the price for even a fraction is.. Now stand up and finish this. Either way, if you kill me or I kill you.. then you'll know some measure of peace..
The seer then stood and raised his sword in a long lost (except to him of course) battle pose. He waited with a measure of calm, honor, and dignity that charged the air with purpose
Come Canti..
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
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