Why has my particular species, that lives on the surface of an insignificant pebble in the infinite void, wasted so many of their short lives fighting over the ridiculous notion of "authority"? Do you believe that your chosen masters are any less insignificant in the cosmic scale, that their posturing and claims of legitimacy are to be taken any more seriously than you take the queen of a random ant hill under your boot? Recognize what you are in the big picture, the true scale, and how little time you have; enjoy your limited livespan to the fullest extent, without worry, without suffering, without the deluded charlatan slave masters that seek to limit your adventure for their own pointless gains. Ignore them if you can, rise up and crush them if they try to stop you. In cosmic terms you have little to gain but nothing to lose (if I may borrow from some 60s pop psychedelia).
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