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Then suddenly, "I think that might've done the trick!", exclaimed Marvin. "I loooove you wheelchair lady! I feel great! I never felt so great! I suddenly know what's my purpose in life. What's the purpose of life!"
The wheelchair started to bounce from one wheel onto the other, beeping excitingly. The woman grabbed the arms of the wheelchair so as not to fall off it.
"Oh boy", Arthur said. "I think you just activated Marvin's depressively manic subroutine!"
"I now know I am destined to be the King of this land of wonder! It's so wonderful!", said Marvin. "It's no subroutine: this is the work of God!"
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Mania kills cells. Brain cells die. Memories become more reduced conceptually, making more efficient use of limited means. Memories shape our reality. Our memories are more or less split in two by abstractions, conceptual reductions. Mood states with memories, concepts, attached. Memories of pain and those of joy. It causes instability, changeability. Fearing that will leave an emptiness between pain and joy and a greater divide.
See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me.
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