Cattle die.
Kindred die.
Every man is mortal.
But the good name never dies of one who has done well.
—From the Norse poem "The Speech of the High One"
Cattle die.
Kindred die.
Every man is mortal.
But the good name never dies of one who has done well.
—From the Norse poem "The Speech of the High One"
Some die in front of us to make us better people or to turn us into monsters like you
Shut your ignorant mouth. Grown people speak to me. Not children inside adult bodies.
The first time you talked to me, you wanted to offer me sats. You still have doubts about what kind of person you are.
Now tell me what you had in mind before I talked about you.
Maybe you have formed a wrong opinion about me based on your human feelings, needs, desires, and instincts. Did you analyze me and reach a conclusion that you would have experienced if you were in my place? Surely, you did. But I assure you, don't bother analyzing or understanding me, because you are not able to understand me even 1%. If you had understood more, you would have commented correctly.
This checks out. Digit is a good name and I remember