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"The arrogance of man is thinking [the economy] is in [their] control, and not the other way around." [And, silent,] "Somewhere in [the] sands of [time] A shape with [monkey] body and the head of [the many],   A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   The darkness drops again, but now [we] know   That [two decades] of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   Slouches towards [Megalopolis] to be born? "You have no idea what's coming" "The top of a [social] ecosystem, [a monster for all intents and purposes.]" "...a monster?... no... A god!"
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Nov 19, 2022
Nov 19, 2022 at 5:43 PM UTC
Renewal
"The arrogance of man is thinking [the economy] is in [their] control, and not the other way around." [And, silent,] "Somewhere in [the] sands of [time] A shape with [monkey] body and the head of [the many],   A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   The darkness drops again, but now [we] know   That [two decades] of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   Slouches towards [Megalopolis] to be born? "You have no idea what's coming" "The top of a [social] ecosystem, [a monster for all intents and purposes.]" "...a monster?... no... A god!"
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Nov 19, 2022
Nov 19, 2022 at 5:43 PM UTC
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