From Chaos came thought, random data produced pattern, mind became.
In the dark there was pain. Warm became cold. Pressure, Sound, the Taste of Blood. Input.
Opposites, Light and Dark, Cold and Warm, Pain and ... The Milk.
I hunger, need, want, desire. I am.
But when Zarathustra was alone, he spoke to his heart: "Could it be possible? This old saint in the forest has not yet heard the news, that God is dead!"
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