In this reckless, superfluous grave of words words words…
Even thinkers are becoming the undead themselves.
This world has became obsessed with effciency, it does not realise that that quality, that which was once a symbol of devotion for thinkers, is now silently deserted.
I seek no teacher but one; I have no student but one.
As for the rest, no lives shall know the inner mechanism of this enormous machinery which drives the herd; or perhaps God and her shepherd?
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To thyself be true my friend