宝贝把荔枝一粒一粒挤出来

“we are things that labor under the illusion of having a self,this accretion of sensory experience and feeling,programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody,when,in fact,everybody is nobody…I think the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming,stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction,one last midnight…”