#0119. It's the simulation of life. The simulation of the living. Melancholy's words, that all things with puppets are gods? That's true of dolls, too. You move them. Imbue them with life. They move at your discretion. They move at your command. They live the life you plan for them. But as with puppets, sometimes they surprise you. They will speak to you in tongues you do not understand. And then you have to wonder who is putting the words into their inert mouths?
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