It is rather sad that intriguing topics are running out in our world. I believe the last genuinely interesting fact was the creation of /pol/ at Epstein's request... a truly compelling piece of information, and it is regrettable that it is exhausted by now, and the only thing that's left for us to do is just to gradually dilute it — sometimes opening the cabinet, gazing at it from the side, relishing it for a moment and then returning it to the mental cabinet, forgetting it, preferably for a long time. Yet I feel sorrow at the thought that, sooner or later, I will have worn it out so thoroughly that it will break like a candy breaks on the soft tissue of the thoughts. And thus my perspective will ultimately align with the common one. The world would become a blob of dull gray devoid of any new and apposite view of life.

retarded things never cease to happen brother

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