I don’t envy the heavens, all the children, the scattered seeds, the birds and the bees, they have to figure you out, what a terrible job, they really want it, to give you what you want, but some of you are so willful, so spritely, so much in your head, but you really know nothing, go to school, study, learn philosophy, study art, you could be scientific, and try to understand, how the mind works, alas, and when you reach foundation building, so many of you, think your cultivation, has reached completion, maybe you only have so many lives to live, but you could go faster, invest in the next level, so many billionaires homie, I’m telling you, it would be a blessing, for them and the world, if they just threw their money away, I try to help out when I can, my job is to support other people’s tasks, but damn, my ego is getting bigger, I can hardly manage that, alas, these are the chains that bind us, could anyone with money, think of throwing it away, god and the devil, two sides of a coin, playing us all, like we’re monkeys, but I’m not in the mood to rebel, some of these kids, I bet they want to yell, their little streams, are scattered in so many directions, such wild flame spirits, but trust me baby, everything you want, the heavens want it too.

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