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There is no meaning to our world.

Thereis no meaning to those of us living

there. We meaningless beings ponder

the world, though the realization of

meaningless itself means nothing.


And here have another poem:


We are fish in front of a waterfall.

We are insects inside the cage.

We are the ruins of the billows,

the skull on the crosier,

the force of the torrent and the whale that

drinks it.

We are the five horned bull.

We are the fire breathing monster.

We are the screaming children.

We are poisoned by the moonlight.

~Tite Kubo~

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