There are greater things than meet the eye. I had gone through almost all the arguments about the meaning you gave to yourself. In the end, we only assess our existence for the past century or so. Before that and slightly after that, we are pretty much fucked up.
Bipolar Disorder turns out to be a bane for me. With it as a weapon and with the help of AI, I can explore to the brink my thoughts on everything I desire. This is my advantage. Without the license to explore the range of thoughts, I will not be able to map the vast territory and chart my course of action.
Now everything is certain. All the findings are for my consumption. I am totally satisfied with what I uncovered. If this is the process of sieving, then the mother lodes are the Realms of Angels and the Sparta 4964 Gold Ingot. That is enough for me, as the rewards of going to the brink. The rest are merely dirts being sieved.
Of course, there are many prized possessions uncovered. They are things instrumental in getting to the two mother lodes. No doubt they are valuable. However, those are not the trophies. These two are.
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