The mind of the writer must be too complicated to understand.
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In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.
I think all babies are evil, and you have to be really careful they eat the right food before they pupate, or else they metamorphose into evil adults. Or something, I don't know, I was sick the day they covered that in school.