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Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.
Discontent is not a problem to be solved, but a solution to be embraced. I am very grateful for my constant feeling of dissatisfaction; what would I do without it? Literally nothing. Without a gnawing sense of wrongness, we’d all be couch potatoes bingeing on Netflix, Doritos, and Mountain Dew. Our only discontent would stem from having to grab more snacks, find the clicker, or scratch that hard-to-reach corner of ass.
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Do you see no further than this façade—
this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real
ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer,
that it may be all maya, illusion?