I feel as if I were a piece in a game of chess, when my opponent says of it: That piece cannot be moved.
NOTHING is SIMPLE!!
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and mangled mind leaking away in lonely, wasteful ...
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