It never ceases to amaze me how the average human loves the day so much. Apart from the sun's eye-piercing rays that flay the very skin from the bones, one can only wonder at the inexplicable tendency for some to stay awake at the unlikeliest of hours only to slave away. It seems almost a waste that they cloak themselves in light in the deadest of night, only to have it all wasted when nobody is awake to enjoy the illumination.
Of course, the logic of the human condition can probably only be understood by one of their kind, with a complacent surety that everything they do has an intrinsic meaning. Better yet, it only the sense available to the commoners that holds their sanity in petulant shreds, swearing that the way of the masses is the correct way to live life. Then again, what sort of life do they live?
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