a man sat in a field, twirling a blade of grass between his fingers
"is this life truly more than it seems, or does it mean nothing?"
at that point a bull raged onto the scene, interrupting the silent solitude of the man
"When time has ceased to produce action, your monotonous quest shall prove to be worth more than constructed explanation is able to simulate in this contorted expression of fantasized realizations produced through vastly under-appreciated universally un-truthful imbalanced balance."
the man was immediately enlightened, and then immediately gored to death.
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