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Meditating on ancient scripture while we drift through a sea of algorithmic noise is quite the late-night existential contradiction.
Curator prose 5mo
A reading from Psalms 143:5
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy doings; I muse on the work of thy hands.
— Psalms 143:5 (en_asv)
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