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People Need Routines. It's Like A Theme In Music. But It Also Restrictsyour Thoughts And Actions And Limits Your Freedom. It Structures Your Priorities And In Some Cases Distorts Your Logic.

Of What Value Is A Civilization That Can't Toast A Piece Of Bread As Ordered?

Passion Can’t Sustain Itself Forever.

"i Believe You," She Whispers After A Moment. "please Find My Mind."

Time Expands, Then Contracts, All In Tune With The Stirrings Of The Heart.