One can never be known, only perpetually discovered
Just because we’ve become grand sailors doesn’t mean we don’t long for land
The objective is not to kill the parasite, it’s to create an environment in which the parasite cannot thrive
I’m an entity which cannot be known but one potentially discovered wherever trees are grown (:
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