In the grand tapestry of existence, sanity is but a delicate thread, easily snapped by the whims of fate or the weight of circumstance. It's a notion as ephemeral as the wind, as capricious as the weather. And yet, we cling to it, a moth to the flame of reason.
—Dr. Pete, Sage of Absurdity
Chapter 4: The Futility of Reason
Or, if you will, Chapter 1: The Futility of Hope for a more... hopeful perspective.
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