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| Lately, I’ve been having a real crisis of faith. | |
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| Chalk one up for me, then, eh? | |
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| I lie in bed, alone, staring into the void and pondering the absurdity of our fleeting existence. Was Nietzsche right? Is God dead? | |
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| What does it all mean? What could all this possibly mean? | |
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| I dunno. Something about changing your underwear daily, even on days when you skip a shower - if I remember the memo correctly. | |
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