Life is constricted by unbreakable habit.
Death, culture and connection are the ends of all freedom.
With them, we chafe. Without them?
We are never without them.
We choose misery as the safer option.
Fear is our word for the absence of change.
We recoil from the homeless wanderer.
The dead were not meant to walk,
and you and I are meant never to meet again.
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