There is a Ghost in the machine and it makes me self-destruct, I don't know how it got there, if it is me myself or if it is some evil spirit or if it is just the insane notion of an old and tired Humanist as weary of the game as I am, am I the Ghost? I don't know but if there is a spirit in me that craves life (and there is, oh, there is) it is a pale and impotent thing next to the malign ministrations of the Ghost
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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