--Does modern life give us sustenance for our souls?
--The problem isn't modern life. Modern life abounds with sustenance. The problem is us. We're all skeletons, gobbling down spoonful after spoonful of granulated sugar, only to watch it dribble drily away through our ribcages and over our pelvises.
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