| W: How free are you, Black? You end lives, certainly, as you inevitably do. Eventually, your encroaching presence in my life wins out, and I die in some way or another. But I still exist. My body dies, but my soul persists. If I care, a meaning will be realized. |
| B: Oh, I see Mr. White! I can't possibly destroy meaning did you intend??? What purpose is there in your creatures living if I can eventually take them as mine? They only BELIEVE they live for a reason! |
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