Is there anything that guarantees that time spent in smelly little rooms, chopping at a huge blocks of soap actually will turn into a decent piece of something useful? What is the reward for running really quickly? I mean, really, really quickly. Does it matter what the direction is, or does one just need to chop and chop and chop a little more? (Maybe even make others chop. Or hire those who hire those who hire those who chop?) Is this the time of the obsessive compulsive winners and the brilliant tiny spark in the pan losers? Is quantity here to stay and quality to go straight through the stomachs... once?
Are the better things to stay, or those that could be created cheaper in larger amounts, and brought to more households wrapped into a thicker coating of delicious high fructose mind syrup. Information laquer.
Is this a really old question? Is it as old as thinking humanity itself? Do we need to hope that those who manage to create a lot of soap flakes eventually turn around and help to elevate... accelerate... oh, never mind... chop on...
I'm pretty grateful it's soap they're making in those little rooms, rather than lets say, key chains made from rabbits.
well, but we all know where soap comes from...
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(hmm, since there is such a thing as rabbit glue... maybe there is also... oh... hmm...)
the only reason i'm gon'na run...especially really fast...is if i'm running for my life. and even then its only toward the knife that i'm gon'na turn around and chase you with once i get my hands on it.
wow, should I be scared now?...
well, don't we all somehow run for our lives?... at some point?...
(Will you really chase me with a knife?)
(looks around again...)
Yeah if you want me too.