It’s not a lie. You’re special. You’ve been chosen and you have a part to play. Your life is indeed scripted. Your world is like a tragedy. Events that happen all have meaning, and they roll on to eventually form a wonderful dramatic climax before a meloncholly ending.

You were doomed from the very start.

The credits roll and The World is a stagnant black void: perhaps waiting to start again, but we’ll never know for sure.

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