For some reason it seems to be about making statements. Every one, maybe every thing, has their own statement to make to their own version of the universe. No one could really say “I came, I saw, I conquered,” because as someone else observed, “there’s many a slip tween the cup and the lip.” Now I’m talking crazy, huh? There’s room in there for that, too. Each wants to avoid hurt. Some fare much better than others. Here I be. I be me.
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