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single celled organism that learned to oil paint. isn't that something? in the garden of eden when eve first took the bite of the forbidden fruit it is often ignored that it was one of knowledge, of light, the cast of ignorance under a perhaps-misguided force, and when that fruit fell to the tarnished ground as mankind was cast down from their curiosity and vision it decayed, and as it decayed its seeds met the fertile soil and like a chick hatching from an egg, sprawled out countless, and i mean ineffably countless angels we now call microbes and give silly names like anabaena & rotifera. maybe that was always meant to happen. maybe it was a trick, it was planned out, it was completely intentional, that fruit was present to be eaten, and to have invisible forces released far beyond what we know, that we hate, love, domesticate & study & understand & don't. for if not for knowledge what would we have? not in the sticky academic sense, but what else is there? all culture & art & living requires to know, to feel, to either understand or desire to, to know something, or know to not know. but that's not what you're here for.
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