You know how in kung fu movies or stories of enlightenment, there is some sort of quest for knowledge? A search for a sense of purpose. The character or characters seek out a wise man on top of some majestic fucking mountain, hoping he has the answers to life’s questions. In those stories, they don’t find the answers from the sweet mustachioed Asian grandpa sitting on a cliff rocking cloaks. He just says some fortune cookie shit and the seekers of knowledge leave unfulfilled. Once leaving, they find the answers from reflecting on the quest itself. Well, this is one of those stories. But instead of a…
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