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... ful the influence of emotions could be. In the normal society before the apocalypse, an adult made an average of 3,500 decisions per day, most of which were based on emotion rather than logic.

If one considered that each decision, no matter how minor, brought consequences and effects that compound day by day, eventually shaping what is referred to as "fate," tying fate to emotion and then lamenting the capriciousness of fate was, in the Veda's understanding, one of humanity's most reckle ...

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