I have my moments. Infrablue moons when I see the world with more clarity and in more detail than almost anyone else alive. No brag, just piercing clarity, in indescribable detail.
Such was the case this morning when I came to the realization that vengeance would have been mine. Except that I had already preempted its necessity. I recently took care of some bad guys and never even gave them a chance.
Yes, "Vengeance would have been mine," proclaims the pre-nascent hero-in-waiting. Pre-nascent heroes-in-waiting are pretty strange: they punctuate, with rare moments of unparalleled clarity and detail, their otherwise bane pre-emergent cachedooms of psycho-encrytpted pregnant latency.
Don't just look. See. And imagine. Imagine all the people.
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