There's no such thing as bad. Good and bad are fairytales. We have evolved to attach an emotinal significance to what is nothing more than a survival strategy of the pack animal. We are conditioned to invest divinity in utility. Good isn't really good, evil isn't really wrong, bottoms aren't really pretty. You are a prisoner of your own meat.
PS, I know you two. And if i'm gone, I know whay you could become, because I lnow who you really are. A junky who solves crimes to get high. And the doctor who never came home from the war. Will you listen to me? Who you really are, it doesn't matter. It's all about the legend. The stories, the adventures. There is the last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted. There is a final court for appear for everyone. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope. When all else fails, there are two men sitting arguing in a scruffy flat, like they've always been there, and they always will. The best and wisest men I heva ever known. My Baker Street boys. Scherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
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