Nature is insensate in its profusion, and oblivion absolute in dominion, and if benevolence is not the contrivance of men, it nevertheless remains neither the establishment, let alone commandment, of some imagined supernal.
And so, knowing the wasteful profligacy of life's production, there can be no expectation of the satisfaction even of our merest needs, much less the achievement of any measure of our desires.
And with this knowledge, therefore, there can be no cause for hope.
And so, knowing the wasteful profligacy of life's production, there can be no expectation of the satisfaction even of our merest needs, much less the achievement of any measure of our desires.
And with this knowledge, therefore, there can be no cause for hope.
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i flexed my literary muscle. i fear the output is weak, but generally accurate.
Now, i just need to find a gay-dating site, and i'm all set.