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Getting Real

Never Steal Anyone’s Thunder – When You Can Take Their Lightning

 

Never Steal Anyone’s Thunder – When You Can Take Their Lightning

On this motherless worldstone spinning orbital zeroes through the void, the arbitrary owns us. It inspires dread. What else can match that dread, what else pry open the cage of our despair but the strength we bring to bear as imaginary creatures?