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And sometimes that thing is so grotesque—what we do to one another so grotesque—that sitting with it feels an affront to the notion of art as a conduit of beauty.
Still, sit. Sit.

Rules, conventions, morals, reality itself: all exists so long as their existence is convenient to the preservation of power. Otherwise, they, like all else, are expendable.

That opening line:
Before my wife turned vegetarian, I‘d always thought of her as completely unremarkable in every way.