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another thought of the day: i feel that humans are predisposed to melancholy, but only because we crave light and feeling at all times and end up missing it when it's gone. but then if all our days were made of light and feeling, we'd end up in melancholy again, because we become saturated like sponges. odd dichotomy, like swinging between the line of a bell curve like some kinda metaphorical emotion... er... bell.. clapper thing
