Dominance won't bring salvation.

Bomber in the Corn (1940) by Paul Nash

I’ve been listening closely for murmurs of longing, something flinty buzzing under the drone of mundane words. Most appliances are whisper-quiet these days. They don’t use too much energy or suddenly throw off sparks or grind to a halt with a brilliant bang. Some chip silently fails and that’s it. You never know how…

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