“Bastard grant us, in our direst need, the smallest gifts: the nail of the horseshoe, the pin of the axle, the feather at the pivot point, the pebble at the mountain’s peak, the kiss in despair, the one right word. In darkness, understanding.”
Gabriel
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This is the question I wake up with and go to bed with every day and the rest of my real life is just a deserpate and failing attempt to avoid the question, since I have no answer for it.
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Evil
Periodic reminder that guillotines are the moderate solution
