Things exist
Not to please us, not to harm us
They exist, they are
What
They are.
Given the apple of truth
Why did we eat it?
Another week, another episode of Battlestar Galactica. And we press on, secure in the knowledge that humanity will come back again, if only for another week.
Really, what is this? U.S. Marines in space.
We asked for it. We got it.
A bit of violence, a bit of sacred mythology.
A bit of this, a bit of that.
And what sense does it make?
What sense does any of this make?
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