TO THOSE OF A DISTANT PLANET there as here only the living feel pain only the sentient find pain senseless all their weapons to oppose it fail religion fails science fails instinct can only guard so long cunning does not cover all chances all the living retreat in the end to the realm of the unliving and bury there the knowledge of pain and know nothing fear nothing the unliving here have inherited this and our unliving speak to your unliving there who are the wisest through with life and now free
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