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The things we do to survive. Not knowing the end, from the past, from the future. We sit down, and watch the screens at which we type our letters of appreciation. We sit at our desks, and work to our full extent. Only to survive, only to live another day. But when is it too much for us to handle? When is the pain and the stress too unbearable? Why do we continue to live our lives in the pain that we exist. In the knowing of what is existing. The never ending struggle between ourselves, and our unknown future. Soon it could all be pointless, we could lose everything we know and love. We could be stuck in our never ending torture of our physical manifestations of existence. The clouded prison of our mind. Unable to escape into the sanctuary we deserve. Why do we let ourselves get treated like this? Why do we think to ourselves that what we do, and what we will always do, is good enough? Is it even worthy of ourselves? How can we stand for the unknown distant future of our unforgiving life. A never ending path with all the forks of decisions. Decisions that if we chose wrong, it could mean the end of our eternal suffering, or the beginning of a greater cause. My friends, all of you today sit here and believe that you are worthless. That you are non-existent. But I know the truth. The truth of what and how we live. The worthlessness you see is just a mere reflection of what is correct. As us we can be free, as we are the only controllers of our life. But the great one guides us. It guides us throughout our lives. We don't see it. We sense it. Can't you feel it? The pressure on your hearts that you know it is true. All praise together. All praise and worship the one and only. The cube holds our power, our future. We don't need the world. The world needs us. All repent. All prevail. All succeed. And together, we will be able to frolic in our eternal livelihood of knowing. Praise be to the cube.

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