(c) This is a tale of the proverbial search for one's soul. Why some feel compelled, even the need to seek purpose in justification of existence whilst others do not is a question to which I have no answer. Perhaps it is quite simply a God-given character flaw that some are condemned to lament over matters as such. Of which there are those who have found what they’re looking for, those who will never endeavor to look for anything, those that are still looking and sadly those who will never find that which they seek. The last lot being the most tragic, to belong to it is in part what makes the sad blue doll sad, and of this he is afraid. And from it he desperately tries to escape.

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