I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
So, this thread hasn't been locked yet because everyone agreed that it had potential. Everyone could stop being bitchy and talk about the actual thread topic.
Now I disagree. If you've got more to say, you can take it to PMs and I'll be happy to have a civilized discussion with you.
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