This is just an imitation of soul-searching, not quite in the most erudite way, a la the best minds public places have ever seen. Just a timid and tedious effort this is going to be, clumsy in its proposition and uncertain in its presentation. However, I can always claim this to be a perfect representation of my rather untidy thoughts. Without a thousand glittering words, or irrefutable brickbats of a logical kind, I seek to state my confusion about something that has been bothering me for quite some time.
It's about having the last word. Now, what's a last word? I must keep out the possibility of a Godmouth here, as I do not intend to take a course in religion. In mundane reality, a last word is supposed be the final statement in an argument. It might be some expression of a hegemonic intellect, or, more likely, it may be described as the cry of a lone raven when everybody is asleep or dead in their nest.
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