Such a time as now. Will never be again. Though it will never stop either.
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Individuals are soulless instantiations
Of mindless best practices
Biology Will Never Be Done With You
The horizon I see now
Is one fearful place
I’m confident I could never return
With anything I could relate
Exploration beyond the frontier of nonsense
May return discoveries
Which must appear as mad
To any sane mind
Your dogma
Like mine
Must one day
Erode to sand
Deep foray into nonsense
Requires a stretch in reason
Sufficient to expose
Our soft underside
Only mad argument
Can successfully petition
The realm of nonsense