It is a curious thing to behold that when my ego sits enthroned in the depths of human depravity and dysfunction like some foolish god, I can do naught but whisper a broken, "De profundis..." while at the heights and fullness of all my joys there is an abiding sense of gratitude. How is it that my spirit cries out to a great unknown without even
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