Last night, in a dream, I laid my head on an old man's lap and wept for the state of mankind. "They're so... inhumane," I sobbed.
When I awoke, I knew the old man to be God, and that it was not a dream.
If you don't stir the pot, the stuff at the bottom just sits there.
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