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“What an absurd creature!” the disciple, a pebble, exclaimed.
“Indeed,” said the sensei— a pointy rock. “It spends it’s entire life fighting two fights: one to overcome entropy, and another one to convince itself that this is possible.”
— Bastian Espada
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“For all the things I know, for all the things I see, I still haven’t figured out, how to set myself free.”
“You know, most candidates just say they have a passion for project management.”
— Bastian Espada
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In the corner of an icy— tenebrous— prison cell, there’s a brightened nook.
Within a fuzzy inquisitive critter, enjoys the company of a tiny book.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
It really seems to be having a grand old time.
— Bastian Espada
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“You know, philosophy is kinda useless.”
“Well I think that's a fascinating epistemological proposition, tell me more.”
— Bastian Espada
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Mama bear and her cub have been paddling for three days straight. Last year she swam three times that distance before she found solid ice.
The cub’s forelimbs seize, it growls, gargles and sinks.
Mama bear glances behind her, then keeps paddling.
— Bastian Espada
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“So you wish for more dead children? More destruction? Endless misery? There is such a thing as sacrifices that must be made.”
“What I wish, my dear, is that humans weren’t so.”
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“And what’s the point of the world without me in it? When I die, feel free to burn the whole thing down.”
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“And here before you, is the brightest lamp in the world,” the guide whispered.
“Truly fascinating. Why are we whispering though?” a man asked.
“The mightiest moth has good hearing.”
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“Are you saying that even when it comes to revenge, you’re just that much more sophisticated than me?!”
She smirked. “Well, the ways of the world are many, and I’m privy to a number of them.”
The man glowered.
She snapped her fingers.
A servant brought a young boy into the room
“Papa?”
— Bastian Espada
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“So would you rather have the last thing you see on this earth be an Excel spreadsheet? Or perhaps an endless row of cars stretching beyond your dashboard?”
“Nah, I’d rather it be the face of a trusted friend”
Both men smiled, held hands, then pulled the trigger at the same time.
— Bastian Espada
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