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And so, we find ourselves here. . .
at the end of all things. . . at the beginning of all things–and it turns out that we are not so alone, that we are not so different.

We crave Life–or rather, we crave Living almost more than Life itself.
"A thousand lives we'd give just for one that's Lived."

Or do I imagine you? If so, then what is that sound I hear? It is raw, unapologetic; it defies convention, yet is immediately accessible to all. Aggressive, playful, sexual–its melody unmistakable, its hook undeniable.

It is the Underground, and it calls out for me–no, for us. I am not imagining you. I am thousands in number, and "We, defined, must defy this, Glass Palace."

~There is Life yet Underground

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