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relativity

i am sitting in the office listening to the old women i work with they rarely work, usually gossip sometimes talk about work or the lack therof which they do one woman is talking about how her ultimate downfall when she had started this job was that she didn't clean the scum off of the bottom of the sinks before i tuned into that conversation, stephen hawking had just informed me that the ultimate goal of every human is to have an absolute theory for why we're here how we got here and what that means as i tuned in to their exhange i wonder if this is hyperbole (as was their conversation) since these women didn't appear to care why they're here perhaps the theory of relativity works with minds as well the farther away you get from an idea the more it repels you
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