"These are the men who have shook the world..." -Acts 17(paraphrase)
Hit 'em with the ole Razzle Dazzle, this one says, no time to formulate a coherent argument against, no time do anything but bat their pretty little eyelashes, still perhaps half-ensnared of former daydreams of butterflies and lily pads.
Life 'tis but a collection of these phenomena, arranged in no particular meaningful sequence; if it set a cogent pattern, we would perhaps then complain of its intention, pick holes in it, and find so many dialectics that befuddle the narrative: such as it is, "it is what it is", and begs not acceptance, for we had already taken it up, prior, and contributed to the random little geode.
What just happened?
Look what God did to us, man.
We're gonna enhance productivity; find something for your hands to do.
I woke up from a dream, surprised to find I was in the bathroom. In my dream, I had my back to the road, peeing in the bushes. In reality, it was like crepiscular elongated time, that kind of silence, like time travel, but in reverse, time magnified such that the clack of my razor on the porcelain last 10-25 seconds. I was amazed that such a seemingly long nap that stiffened my joints had only transpired in a mere five minutes.
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