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The Talking Beer

Rainer once said, “The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.”


Huh . . . That's strange to me because I never knew a beer that could talk.


I've drank a lot of Rainer and never heard one speak philosophy to me. 



. . . Holy shit, dude, Rainer Maria Rilke said it. 


Oohhh . . . Is that like an IPA? 


The poet! 


Huh?


The poet!


What the hell does a poet know about being defeated by greater and greater things??


Probably more than you. 


Doubt it.


CH 11/19/25

 
 
 

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