looses the dragging sciolism, helps us forget all the accumulated
flotsam of our lives that would otherwise weigh us down kicking and screaming into the black depths because sometimes its better not to know, or not to remember or at least to push aside these things so as to allow new joys and hope to reign in royal purple again for awhile regardless of the black and white rationality of it, no matter that the hopes are vague llovisna, unformed in chaos or even preposterous in bright glare, quarks striking the plate from beyond the speed of
light to change empirical reality, if they allow us some release from pain or hopelessness, because who knows when some reality may form that contains life-affirming content, pulling us up from the burdensome old baggage in restless howling balloons of faith
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