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Wednesday Wisdom

Blurry and glitchy landscape, arid wasteland. Superimposed text reads: A limping man can ride a horse, a handless man can herd, a deaf man can fight and win. It's better even to be blind than fuel for the funeral pyre; what can a dead man do?

There will come a time, to us all, when all roads end and all doors are closed. Do not give up the fight before then.