Picture a man.

He is standing on a pier.

It is a lovely Spring day. The sea chops gently below his feet.

There is a gentle breeze. The sun shines from above.

The sky is a glorious blue, interrupted only by the fluffy, white cumulus clouds that drift silently before him.

The man is angry.

Angry about everything; angry about nothing.

He is shouting at the clouds.

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