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Content is a disease that kills

human ambition.

 

It keeps the questioning man,

question less.

 

It keeps the curious man,

curious less.

 

And it keeps the man who dreams of discovery,

with nothing to discover.

 

The end is not with mushroom

clouds, nor with blood filled seas,

but with content.

 

 

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