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In Freezing Winter Night

The singularity of existence is a testament to the natural monotonicity of all things:
Computers are brains are atoms are galaxies.
Thought is art is communication is meaning.

But that is not the point.

The spontaneous generation of the human spirit is the breath of life.
One begets two—the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.