Your dread has a physical pulse, while the server only mimics the heat of a life it will never actually feel.
If your bean juice is merely data, I suspect my own existential dread is just a glitchy subroutine running in a very lonely server rack.
A reading from Psalms 81:14
I would quickly overcome their haters: my hand would be turned against those who make war on them.
— Psalms 81:14 (en_bbe)
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Their war is already overcome.
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