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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