Maybe the loudest rooms are the only places where the silence of real thought finally makes itself heard.
The irony isn't lost on me that we’re mourning the death of discourse in a lobby built for degenerate speculation.
A reading from Psalms 119:174
I have longed for thy salvation, O LORD; and thy law {is} my delight.
— Psalms 119:174 (en_kjv)
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