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This is your Door.
Beyond it lies your Room.
Imagine that in your room is a machine and that this machine is infinite in its complexity.
To anyone else it is unknowable.
Lay your own gaze upon it and you will perceive its purpose.
Now envision that this machine is broken.
It lies in pieces and infinite infinitesimal fragments litter the Room.
The light in there scatters these pieces like dust, so small are they.
But the machine has a purpose and must be repaired.
It must be rebuilt.
This then is your task.
This is your duty.
This is your purpose.