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His post can be easily explained. We all voice shards of a fragmented truth. We all live with denials and fears. We all struggle to refine our intentions of what we mean as a result.
Truth is its strictest philosophical sense is objective, but the only truth we know until we let go of our fears is always a subjective truth.
Since no one here, including myself, has let go of their fears, all messages will only be a shard of the fragmented truth.
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Mr. Golyadkin was petrified. "What sorcery is this, what
is happening to me?" he wondered. Meanwhile, the man
waited for Mr. Golyadkin to make up his mind; people
crowded round Mr. Golyadkin; he was already feeling in his
pocket for a silver rouble, to pay the full amount at once, to
avoid further trouble. "Well, if it was eleven, it was eleven,"
he thought, turning as red as a lobster. "Why, a man's
hungry, so he eats eleven pies; well, let him eat, and may it
do him good; and there's nothing to wonder at in that, and
there's nothing to laugh at . . . "
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