# the big scientist that gives one nothing a silent zen master in a deep whispering bamboo adventure forest not because they're a secretly an expert in the bs poker others play they simply don't hold any sweating playing cards behind ir muscular back philosophically formidable precisely because they understand non contention never in opposition to general hollow stuffed shirt nonsense in-scene in fact they're somehow never even there to argue with so what does one do when one realises the temple on the hill is empty when there's only one person here playing a favorite stupid play-state as one's eyes fall to the dusty floor one day upon what can loud mouths sealions pedants symps and radial centrists truly depend except what was always never there from the outset // republic of bob