Men travel side by side for years, each locked up in his own silence or exchanging those words which carry no freight - till danger comes. Then they stand shoulder to shoulder. They discover that they belong to the same family. They wax and bloom in the recognition of fellow beings. They look at one another and smile. They are like the prisoner set free who marvels at the immensity of the sea.
Happiness! It is useless to seek it elsewhere than in this warmth of human relations. Our sordid interests imprison us within their walls. Only a comrade can grasp us by the hand and haul us free.
And these human relations must be created. One must go through an apprenticeship to learn the job.
Games and risk are a help here. When we exchange manly handshakes, compete in races, join together to save one of us who is in trouble, cry aloud for help in the hour of danger - only then do we learn that we are not alone on earth.
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What would a plasma be? Same as the gas, but the wojaks are all angry?
Assuming the peeps represent atoms, plasma would probably involve guts floating about furiously
Orgy
Densely packed like liquid, but some are upside down like gas.
Wojaks are naked and their clothes are flying around
I think in the plasma all of their heads fly off
I don't get it
anon-onium
You ever play the video game Inside?
I’m curious about how this would depict plasma,
I'll definitely use that in a future lecture! Best explanation ever xD
Where's the triple point?
-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry