“A spider had no special skill other than building its web, and no lifestyle choice other than sitting still. It would stay in one place waiting for its prey until, in the natural course of things, it shriveled up and died. This was all genetically predetermined. The spider had no confusion, no despair, no regrets. No metaphysical doubts, no moral complications. Probably.”

1Q84 by Haruki Murakami

“Reality is endlessly cold and lonely.”

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