Let us imagine a world peopled by sock puppets. Sock puppets of every imaginable configuration. Sock puppets of every shape and size. The hand inside every sock puppet is the same hand: the hand of the universe. Every puppet usually goes about its business as dictated by its form completely oblivious to its true self nature. But then one day . . . .
You can make up the rest of this story your self.
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