#0010. Death is a hiccup. Death is the aberration. Other things have learned of its illusory nature. The Lobster is immortal because it understand that Death is a hiccup. I do not mind. I will gladly take her hand when she comes for me. But I want her to know I know. I will look her in the eye and I will tell her that I know. I will frighten her. She does not frighten me.
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