Reason is like a seventeen year old getting off the Greyhound Bus, first time in the big city. Doesn't stand a chance.
Reason is a dainty violet in a cow pasture.
Reason is a soap bubble in a nail factory.
Why is the irrational so powerful? So resilient?
Sweet, sweet reason, rest in peace.
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