We cannot tell that we are constantly splitting into duplicate selves because our consciousness rides smoothly along only one path in the endlessly forking chains
What you did tonight was clever,_ Wit said. __ou turned an attack into a promise. The wisest of men know that to render an insult powerless, you often need only to embrace it.
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What you did tonight was clever,_ Wit said. __ou turned an attack into a promise. The wisest of men know that to render an insult powerless, you often need only to embrace it.
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