an apparatus of stardust and desire. each cell containing an eternity of potentialities, all beautifully arbitrary. organs justifying their own existence against the weight of eternity. like dancing furiously against the prospect that everything we have convinced ourselves is meaningful is in fact arbitrary. beautiful in its futility, terrifying in its fragility, and humbling in its mockery of divinity.

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