On occasion I have imagined myself eternally and fully deified before those who I feel incapable of revealing myself to, transfigured into a tragic, otherworldly martyr rotting on a cross of reflection, nailed by a consciousness sacrificing itself to beauty's sins. At other times however I feel like an impotent shrew. What determines which day it
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