Everyone must die. Another evidence that blind equality is not necessarily good. Or that, in fact, justice is fallacious, the universe doesn't know the word, what do you mean justice? The bad linger and the good go, you say. But who decides who's good and who's bad? On what grounds should this be a consequence of that? Based on whose morale? Mine?
Dali was right. Geniuses shouldn't die, the future of mankind depends on them. And if it is true, Steve, that death is renovation, a way to get rid of the old to make room for the new, what happens when the old are still strong and new and new are too corrupted and old-spirited?
Where did all your thoughts go now that you're not here? Where happens to all we have felt, all our memories, hopes and dreams when we are no more? Gone? Forever?
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