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And what of it? What of all of this? Waving my hand at the previous however many hundreds of words, I might ask, "Why the fuck does it matter?"
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There are many things that I might ask. There are many things that I *have* asked, even in these last however many thousands of words. Questions and questions
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There are many things that I might ask. There are many things that I *have* asked, even in these last however many thousands of words. Questions and questions...
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> > So, do you want to know the answer?
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> > *So, do you want to know the answer?*
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> I don’t know.
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> > It is strange that you sound unsure.
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> > *It is strange that you sound unsure.*
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> Why?
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> > There are twenty-two questions on the previous page. Twenty-five if you count mine — and I suppose that whether or not we are to include those is the crux of the issue. If that is not bemoaning the lack of answers, I do not know what is. It is strange that you would be unsure whether or not you want to know the answer.\footnote{\cite[32]{ally-making-of}}
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> > *There are twenty-two questions on the previous page. Twenty-five if you count mine — and I suppose that whether or not we are to include those is the crux of the issue. If that is not bemoaning the lack of answers, I do not know what is. It is strange that you would be unsure whether or not you want to know the answer.*\footnote{\cite{ally-plurality}}
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But there is that one that sticks in the craw: 'why?' Why do I worry so much, and what, pray, might I do about it?
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> But the living always make the mistake of too sharp a distinction.\footnote{\cite[17]{duino}}
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I hold in tension within myself the idea that the only way out is through — through to the void, through that narrow gate, through to darkness — and just how unfair it would be of me to choose that.
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((Struggling against the instinct to escape, suicidality))
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((Struggling against the loss of unity, and then struggling against a sense of the half-sensed loss of Slow Hours))
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