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The fool moon, the worm-eaten luminary: a drunken sanctuary of the bewildered, a lighthouse flickering from all sides. You get distracted, wandering like a sleeper – that's how the zodiacs died, my friend. Not overthrown by force, not defeated by intellect, but lost in delirium.