They can't stop. Normal probably. As soon as they get us moving we're not programmed to stop, only the world, if it screams loud enough, can make us hesitate.
I'm not feeling.
Stops are what gives movement its value.
º_º_º_º_º_º_ O__ º _______ ºº º º ___ O O _º
Can this mean, that meaningful evolution is predicated on determinant moments of stopping?
That a life of continuous work ends up being valueless? I think I had gotten that far.
"When it is good, it is unequivocal."
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