I have been thinking about it since I became conscious.
My thoughts were spinning in my head, twisting into a ball and screaming.
God, how come there are so many fools in the world?
Where does their confidence come from?
On the other hand, I have to pity their courage.
- Yes, live foolishly - like a fragile candle in the wind.
So many fools gathered together, like lights and bonfires on the ground, covering up the brightness of the stars in the sky - those few, the few, true geniuses, like you and me.
Why should you mourn the death of a fire, Sherlock? Their lives are so tenacious it's disgusting. Anyway, after a thunderclap or a night of exposure to the sun, they will emerge from the haystack and continue to multiply, thousands and thousands of them.
——How is it different from before?
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