Mabel Episode 37, Pad de Du, in which the world splits like an atom.

Why don't you ride when you don't need money?

Why don't you ride?

Swi'o, why don't?

Why don't?

The hill is not a microcosm. It is not the universe. It is not a gaping mouth or a gaping wound. It is not a void to fill. It is not a never-ending song of roses or a lapse in

the signature of time.

It is not sprawling.

It is not relentless.

It is only what it is.

Do you understand that it will rage and gnash its teeth against any limitation?

That it will cower before them, burn, sing?

There is no imposition we can inflict upon it. This is important.

Why does it need a king at all then? Why does it need any external force?

Why does a body need cells? Why does a heart need blood? There are explanations, but beyond that, no answers.

It's just the way that... There are physical facts of existence without which we would not be what we are.

That's all I really know.

What we did had repercussions unthroning him.

I felt it even then.

Yeah, there's always consequences. That's just physics.

I can enforce my will onto things down here, push and pull, cause and effect. That's not the same

as whatever it was he did. He was necessary, like, like you said, like cells, like blood. Is that what it will be

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