…..and throughout this and that and this and that and everything in between, time kept moving along slowly, ineluctably, inexorably…..and even though a mortal being could not empirically detect that movement with their five traditional senses, one could tell instinctually that life was moving along with an irresistible momentum all its own and that we were trapped aboard an incomprehensibly large ship from which there was no complicity and no escape. We were all in it together—that I knew for a fact—yet incongruently we were all in it alone too; we were all strangers haphazardly clumped together through no volition of our own. We had no hand on the ghost ship’s rudder with which to influence the direction we were moving; we just stood by and watched dumbly as things slipped by in the pitch blackness, random amorphous things that we thought we might like to sample yet were seldom afforded an opportunity to do so. We continued moving forward and onward…..forward and onward…..forward and onward…..not unlike undiscerning hogs being guided into a slaughterhouse, with no clear understanding of where we were going and obviously no inkling of where we would ultimately end up……
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