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Life is stranger and more complicated than ever

We use pleasure like a spiritual drug

We let things go undone and unfinished

I have tried to do the same

It has cost me too greatly

I believe in that Critical Impulse, 

That little voice in you conscience,

Trying to help you, keep you humble

Without it I would not be here or...

...in the circumstances I am in

 

I believe that if we go too fast

We will be prone to more ignorance

After that, we will burn out

We just need to stop and think

Rushing through life reduces the pleasures

At least, my experiences say so

 

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