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Maybe if you starve yourself and don't talk or move for a long time you do go into some kind of a trance, but what would the point of that be? Sleeping is an even better trance because you disappear completely for a few hours... Then there's the fact that we all die anyway; no matter what we do, we're all going to experience the ultimate trance, so what's the rush to imitate it? It all seems so unnecessary; you don't see animals forcing themselves into unnatural postures and then trying not to move for hours. -The Soloist by Mark Salzman |
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row, row, row, your boat gently down the stream. merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream. |