Gods lean his head. Men feel observed. But they do not change their habits. A routine takes them by the throat as from time immemorial. The gods are bored in their dusty clouds. Then they play the few men who want to challenge them. They are few. As a middle path. They are suspended between two worlds. The reality is flatten the back face against the ground. The gods would do well to new friends but it would clutter. Then we simulate ignorance. It relies on luck to those who defy the rules. We do not really accept them without ignoring them. We pretend to be when the dice are thrown. The Gods look down from time to time. And sometimes they see one approaching more than others. And often it does not advance alone. They giggle until they get scared. (Kanye West - My Beautiful Twisted Dark Fantasy - Def Jam)
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