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In a State of complete cooperation you're perfectly at home in one piece without a doubt, Cheryl. For now though this is... The Real World... that's the one in which The Human Race exercises its wilful right to self determination and feeds its daemons fat on competition. I know everything better than you. I do everything better than you. When you hit the ground - the harder the better - you've got to admit it's worth a laugh and goes to show how right I am to deserve everything better than you. I am a winner and you are a loser. I have lessons to teach and you have lessons to learn, and ultimately, whether you get through this on your own or drop dead, actually, I owe you nothing. So let's call this Human Race comprising 7 billion arrogant sorts up to a starting line. A man is beaten to the ground. He gets up and falls again. The Human Race grins, gasps and groans "What can I do?" but not a single toe crosses that line and eventually the man's head is broken. "What can I do?" Is that even a question? It is always spoken by the best of talkers and it is only ever said as a reason to do nothing. Those who find the oxymoronic terms of engagement with The Human Race fundamentally repulsive don't question the choice they make to be Human or to Race.
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