If perfection is absurd, why is tragedy common? — John Most, What Thoughts
If perfection is absurd, why is tragedy common? — John Most, What Thoughts
If perfection is absurd, why is tragedy common? — John Most, What Thoughts
If perfection is absurd, why is tragedy common? — John Most, What Thoughts
If perfection is absurd, why is tragedy common? — John Most, What Thoughts
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If perfection is absurd, why is tragedy common?

— John Most, What Thoughts
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