This Great Stage of Fools

How do I fight the feeling that something ineffable is slipping away, that somehow some energy inside has sapped away, an inevitable casualty to entropy, to ennui? Are there states of entropy? Are there states - nations, countries, cities, places - more entropic than others? Shall nothing come of nothing? Shall I be old before I'm wise?

Do I dare to eat a peach?


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