Is it better to come upon a flower and to believe it was created for me, or to see the flower, know its blossom, and rejoice for I was there to see it.
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If you are not for yourself, who will be for you? If you are for yourself, then what are you? If not now, when?
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Definitely more joy the second way, just a little smugness the first way, eh?
Definitely. Good to see you, Mr. Fresh (if that is your real name). I just noticed I didn’t even put a friggin’ question mark at the end. Bah. I guess it wasn’t a question, really.
Hah! Remember that book we wrote together in like 4th grade? We should do that again. But better. A sequel?
Holy crap! I just thought of that book, like, yesterday! I don’t know about a sequel, though. I think we so thoroughly explored the character of Mr. Van Smythe that there’s nothing left to say.
I guess if it wasn’t a question, my answer was truly superfluous as well as inane, huh?