Is the meaning of life to find the best way to allocate the time given? Why is so much of it spent at places we hate in order to accommodate the societal norms and earn paper created by a certain establishment? It would seem as if those before us and those above us have chosen where most of our precious time will go. It was set in stone centuries before our births.
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Tree Leaves in Wolf’s Maw: Poetry, philosophy, photography
Static: Prelude to Evolution: Mental illness and recovery