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The stimulus for a moral life is the certainty of a reasonable sense of one's existence? and got a better answer
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I'm in! Where's the question?
I'm in! Where's the question?
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What?
What?
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Of course as well as the desire to reach a different level of development.
Of course as well as the desire to reach a different level of development.
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I thought morality was a sign of humanity
I thought morality was a sign of humanity
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My pants are covered in ice crusts Like whiteness, like silence My palms are crawling forward Like spiders, like clouds My mind was at a standstill Like day and night And I tossed it somewhere away Like a boomerang, like a woman's howl I'm sick of your logic Who seeks meaning Let him sit in heaven In his own eyes. I stood up and found I was dead Like a mausoleum, like a machine gun Passers-by come to choose In their hands sheets, in their eyes longing in their mouths hurray! In the streets the punk kids run amok Shame and genocide They're sick and stinking Bodies wandering the streets Dragonflies attack the plane In high daylight Plants produce slag To feed the holy people I ponder the depths of my mind But up ahead a wall I believe in my nothingness In the midst of all the nothingness
My pants are covered in ice crusts Like whiteness, like silence My palms are crawling forward Like spiders, like clouds My mind was at a standstill Like day and night And I tossed it somewhere away Like a boomerang, like a woman's howl I'm sick of your logic Who seeks meaning Let him sit in heaven In his own eyes. I stood up and found I was dead Like a mausoleum, like a machine gun Passers-by come to choose In their hands sheets, in their eyes longing in their mouths hurray! In the streets the punk kids run amok Shame and genocide They're sick and stinking Bodies wandering the streets Dragonflies attack the plane In high daylight Plants produce slag To feed the holy people I ponder the depths of my mind But up ahead a wall I believe in my nothingness In the midst of all the nothingness
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