There is a special place in hell for bloviators, though I'm sure you'll give me a point-by-point analysis of why you don't belong there, how it doesn't exist, or how I am too weak a debater to register all your myriad complaints. In truth I simply tire of the preemptive eulogy.
Though I do wonder what misguided fool told you that the aim was history's preservation. Such innocence I have not seen in a long time.
The debate between peace and chaos is such a simple one, if you cannot grasp it, I cannot help you to do so. My life is busy enough without slotting in the elucidation of a simpleton. Suffering is bad. Peace is infinitely preferable. Anything else said on the matter risks redundancy.
Your morale is something I do not wish to touch, should it become contagious and infect me with the apparent necessity of protesting its strength with suspicious alacrity from every opportunity availed.
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Though I do wonder what misguided fool told you that the aim was history's preservation. Such innocence I have not seen in a long time.
The debate between peace and chaos is such a simple one, if you cannot grasp it, I cannot help you to do so. My life is busy enough without slotting in the elucidation of a simpleton. Suffering is bad. Peace is infinitely preferable. Anything else said on the matter risks redundancy.
Your morale is something I do not wish to touch, should it become contagious and infect me with the apparent necessity of protesting its strength with suspicious alacrity from every opportunity availed.