I can serve the race with my intellect, in introspection I am only bounded by my vision and by my decisions I am defined. I am full of eclectic dexterity; sincerity is my most valuable resource. I can row a boat with no oars. I can ride a bicycle with no hands. I can ride a horse with no spurs. I can write a book with no words. What is nature but beauty unrefined, what is thought but space undefined, what is truth without character, what is flavor without substance? What is choice without taste? I live my life naturally, no artificial ingredients, preservative free. No added hormones. I can conceive a new idea while wearing a contraceptive. Why strive to duplicate, be original without erasing your origin. I am born again while I yearn for the forlorn past, I swear upon my vital organs or may the Lord smite me with his wrath. I the hairless biped tread ahead toward a new morning, glory is my garment and curiosity is my compass.
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