i fear the unstoppable marching of time, slowly leading us all to an inevitable death. we are the sheep and time is the shepherd; nothing we do matters and all will be forgotten. in the grand scheme of things, we're all just an inconceivably small fraction of the universe. no matter what, we will die someday. what happens after death? is it darkness or something much, much worse? nobody knows. all you can do is hope. but hey, that's just a theory. a gAME THEORY. THANKS FOR WATCHING

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