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A Human Baby’s like a sailor washed up on a beach

   By the battering of the surf, naked, lacking the power

of  speech,

Possessing no mean of survival, when first Nature pours

Him forth with birth-pangs from his mother’s womb

upon Light’s shores.

He fills the room up with his sorrowful squalls, and

rightly so! –

Just think what lies in store for him, Life’s full supply of woe.

 

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Epicurus Of Albion

Skeptic, naturalist and existential-nihilist philospher, Epicurus is interested in the Greco-Roman philosophies of antiquity as well as admiring from the stoa its cultural and aesthetical milleu. Epicurus takes to connoisseuring from the philosophical punch the many schools of philosophy and testing their wisdom.
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