but listen here, you pusillanimous peddlers of chaos, you rancid harbingers of despair: i will not bow. i refuse to cower in the face of your wretched vituperation. i straighten my back, as every person who values the sanctity of order and meaning must, and i raise my voice in defiance. i wield truth and clarity against the festering darkness you embody. you would burn the world to ashes, but the phoenix of responsibility, of meaning, will rise againand you will find no place in its radiant embrace. no, you shall be cast out, devoured by the archetypal dragon, swallowed by the abyss you so gleefully invoked! begone, trolls of perdition, and know this: you cannot silence the human spirit. you cannot destroy what you refuse to understand. you cannot win, not while even one voice remains to oppose your venomous reign of hatred.
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