elvis316

There's no touching involved. None that you can see anyway. I suppose we've come to the point where we should just plainly state the ugly truth of all this: If you expend any energy at all either obsessively doting on me or hating me with the very fiber of your being, then I'm sad to say you are squandering your brief window as a cognizant being in this universe. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you how better to use your comically tiny duration of sentience. Perhaps tell your family you love them; ponder the intricate beauty of a dew-flecked spiderweb; post some videos on the youtube. In the end, however, none of these things will matter all that much either, not in the great and widening chasm of geological time—let alone...