The world is not a product; all literary packaging is in vain.
The world is not a factory; it destroys what it creates.
The world is not an artwork; its beauties are incidental.
The world is not a store; we do not get to select our lives.
The world is not a telephone; our calls all illusory.
The world is not a war; much of the blood we shed is our own.
The world is not a symphony; we do not all breathe as one.
The world is not a ball game; the old and gnarled are the true stars.
The world is not a clock; it isn't any time at all.
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