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“Under a microscope a lonely neuron struggles desperately to find a connection, stretching out dendrites in the dark, so does a human being, and once that existential urge for attachment is overrun by newage primitivities like ultraindividualism and what not, that's the end of consciousness, that's the end of civilization, that's the end of the human race.”

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Nazmahal: Palace of Grace

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