I've gotten wet too many times to listen to the rain and call it anything other than water. So when you send me to bed without my food I don't see it as a lesson; cruelty by any other name smells just as foul. We were given names, everything can be traced back to something simpler. We've gotten too complex here in our search for understanding, we're not stripping away or discovering anything. Everything is a synonym for something else, which would be fine, if we knew what anything else was. But if we've all agreed that the sky is blue then who am I to disagree when rain clouds appear on the horizon?
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