Beneath the bottom layers, what will be found? If nobody wants to look, is the uncovered meaningless? What gives the find meaning? What warrants further exploration of the unearthed? Simply, it is the idea that nobody is innocent, we are all born guilty and our sentences are the trespasses of those that came before us.. Spade in hand, we are doomed to dig, searching for the sins that we must atone.. “But they are so deep”, they will say, and we will retort in laughter, as they burden themselves with extinction’s most purest form: Ignorance, and they squander their privileged intelligence, as if bliss is their purpose.

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