The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways; the point is to complain about it.
I tried. I really really tried to get the whole way through. 1:36 and the mouse took hold and closed the tab. Thank you mouse.
I'm currently recovering in a secure mental ward from the whole experience. I picture myself departing, like the final scene of 1984 or the penultimate scene of One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, muttering platitudes about how 'I am everyone' and how much I love my cellphone...
Being a sucker for a dare, I watched it all, with a break for a cup of tea in the middle. But now I feel violated. I wish I hadn't read this post.
Gah... Where is a plague when you need it?
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