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Broken and reassembled every day

Gravity’s Rainbow

They have had their moment of freedom. […] Now it’s back to the cages and the rationalized forms of death – death in the service of the one species cursed with the knowledge that it will die… ‘I would set you free, if I knew how. But it isn’t free out here. All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all. I can’t even give you hope that it will be different some day – that They’ll come out, and forget death, and lose Their technology’s elaborate terror, and stop using every other form of life without mercy to keep what haunts man down to a tolerable level – and be like you instead, simply here, simply alive…’

from Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon

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