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...those few few flies...
...those few few flies that hang back and study the lights that the others blindly fly towards...
…in that moment their destiny lies within their control, for they have resisted the lights of the gods and the seductive song from the sirens lips...
…Though unlike the man shackled to his ship unable to drink the sweet nectar from the sirens lips, where if he had been free his own poison red life would have streamed down the jagged rocks while they pierce through the heart of the ship and the hearts of its men...
…but instead while unshackled and staring in the distorted face of temptation, these few few flies hold back, suspended in the blinding cold of the night sky…
...and in this moment they may disappear into the cold night of limitless possibilities...
…or they may still join the others on their final pilgrimage toward the warm light of eternal darkness...
...whatever their fates may be...
…in that moment of observation and hesitation, these few few flies grasp hold of the worlds most precious resource...
…a choice.
