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"To me the universe was all void of Life, or Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility; it was one huge, dead, immeasurable, Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. O vast, gloomy, solitary Golgotha, and Mill of Death! Why was the living banished thither companionless, conscious? Why, if there is no Devil; nay, unless the Devil is your God?" - Thomas Carlyle
just some membrane material.
