Hours literally hours of time, lost, to the constant flow of repeating and repeating, death, repeating. Is there anything to gain from this? No. Is there any ting to feel- anyting to feel from this? No. But, what is it? What is it that makes us? Hold on son, let me finish. Eat your peas. Touch- eat your peas. You would ha- you would have to eat the-you would have to touch the peas before you ate them, but please, just eat the peas. I don't care how you do it- a fork? A spoon? Your fingers! It doesn't matter to me as long as they're in your mouth.
Look at these blacks.