It's not how things are written. Consider living your life by a script, over and over again, doomed to repeat it each time it is read. I have to wonder if that is already painful enough.
[A musing silence. Then, suddenly, he stands, holding a rock in each hand and considering both equally in turn.]
This one weighs more than the other, yet it has more edges. If I throw them southerly, and the wind is equal each time, which would would go the farthest?
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[A musing silence. Then, suddenly, he stands, holding a rock in each hand and considering both equally in turn.]
This one weighs more than the other, yet it has more edges. If I throw them southerly, and the wind is equal each time, which would would go the farthest?