"So what do you think is the reason behind life?"
"Perhaps we're no better than moths, flitting aimlessly on on currents of wind, drifting through life until we find our fire; a fire that entrances us and enraptures us so completely that we have no choice but to hurtle into certain oblivion rather than draw ourselves away with the tiniest regard."
"No, that's not it at all."
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