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To Take The Choice Of Another ... To Forget Their Concrete Reality, To Abstract Them, To Forget That You Are A Node In A Matrix, That Actions Have Consequences. We Must Not Take The Choice Of Another Being. What Is Community But A Means To ... For All We Individuals To Have ... Our Choices.

I Always Felt Sorry For The Sidekick As A Kid. They Never Got Their Due And It Left A Very Bad Taste In The Mouth - They Are Defined By A Subordinate Relationship To Someone Else. I Always Felt Like A Bit Of Sidekick When I Was A Kid And It Didn't Feel Fair.

Scars Are Memory. Like Sutures. They Stitch The Past To Me.

I Couldn't Tell If I Was Perspicacious Or Paranoid.

Old Stories Would Tell How Weavers Would Kill Each Other Over Aesthetic Disagreements, Such As Whether It Was Prettier To Destroy An Army Of A Thousand Men Or To Leave It Be, Or Whether A Particular Dandelion Should Or Should Not Be Plucked. For A Weaver, To Think Was To Think Aesthetically. To Act - To Weave - Was To Bring About More Pleasing Patterns. They Did Not Eat Physical Food: They Seemed To Subsist On The Appreciation Of Beauty.