Life's lack of consistency is disregarded until strife enters the fray of the human psyche, and then chaos erupts. We are a passionless people, yet when we feel as if the very thing that binds our existence to this plane is threatened we become suddenly hyper-aware of our mortality. Perhaps we don't value our lives until we realize how much we have to lose, then again perhaps we are just ignorant.
Monotony thou art a cruel, unerringly silent mistress that captivates our souls and binds us to the fabric of routine which enslaves us to habit.
Impressive.
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