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There is a poison that this world contains within our little minds carefully hidden from all internal influences of the will. Feeds off doubt, possessed by fear, is a nuisance and a burden yet the patterns which are beneath its influence created form an undeniable complexity that seems a thing of beauty. The thoroughness of it implies such art of sensed stimuli that, in spite of little chance and even lesser proof, the conclusions suddenly appear most sensible of calculations. Try hard and harder take the facts yet little you can do to avoid the net which spreads perhaps from single sound or perhaps a piece of truth that we don't yet know it