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Your parrot story is a fair analogy of intellectual academia. I can never fight them in a war of words even though I know in my heart they are full of ♥♥♥♥ and spend their entire lives attempting to reinforce old theory using new theory and convince everyone that there is some kind of truth at play. This is why we have fantasy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fast replacing science.
As for your previous quip about me talking alone: Yes, I'm essentially leaving notes all over the place. I have three notebooks at home and utilise virtual stickies and notepad a lot. I don't care. The internet is not real. Unplug the power and it's gone. There was nothing here anyway. It's a sick concept that I am sat in a room alone typing into a void. It's more sick that not many other people realise how sick of a concept that is and perceive it to be normal.