God could take it from us, what we don’t need, what doesn’t fit, separated from our mind, it could just be an iron ingot, a pile of gold, we could be doomed to succeed, to do exactly what we were meant to, maybe, he’s just trying to make the most, out of the randomness, do minerals really have value, we need microchips, processors, we need steel, to build buildings, but the metal, what its composed of, whatever man, an epic, a grand story, lost to the sea, the ocean of time, the vast expanse of the universe, but maybe, a lot of it was unnecessary, follow the plot line, just characters in a story, am I feeling, a little depressed, tired, lazy, it’s winter, I just want to sleep, hibernate.

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