I dreamed of Clifford Geertz last night.

I dreamed of Clifford Geertz last night, and in this dream he revealed to me the whole of human existence stripped of our webs of significance. Thusly laid bare, that which remained was a multifaceted game board on which was perched a perpetual motion machine of brightly colored beads tracing intricate and meaningless patterns ad infinitum.

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