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In the Name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate.
All praise is due to Allah and salawat and salam on our master and our magnificent, the most dearly beloved of our hearts, and the intercessor of our souls, Abu al Qasim, Muhammad, peace be upon him and his family. All praise is due to Allah who has guided us to this, and we could not have been guided were it not for Allah's guidance.
'And hold firmly to the rope of Allah and do not be divided. Remember Allah’s favour upon you when you were enemies, then He united your hearts, so you—by His grace—became brothers. And you were at the brink of a fiery pit and He saved you from it. This is how Allah makes His revelations clear to you, so that you may be rightly guided. (Quran 3 : 103)'
My brothers, Your Majesties, and Highnesses
Peace and Allah’s mercy be upon you,
I am pleased to welcome you all to your ancestral homeland, the Kingdom of Yemen. We ask Allah Almighty to help us continuing the march of goodness and cooperation in order to achieve our common interest to serve our peoples and to consolidate the security and stability of our region.
As we gather here today, we must recognize the pressing need to unite our efforts for the advancement of our region and the collective confrontation of the challenges that surround us. Foremost among these challenges is the continued occupation of the Holy Land by the Zionists. This occupation not only threatens the sanctity of the land but also fosters disunity among us, diverting attention from the Palestinian cause. Israel's destructive projects, misinformation campaigns, and support for terrorism further destabilize the region. It is incumbent upon us to call upon the international community to take decisive action against these programs and projects that jeopardize regional and international peace and security.
My brothers and sisters, we must reflect upon our past and the sacrifices made to liberate Jerusalem. We have fought battles, endured economic embargoes, and lost countless lives. Yet, the question remains: Why have we not achieved the establishment of a Palestinian state? Is it because of our internal divisions and conflicts? What happened to the cause of liberating Palestine? Were we lying to ourselves or the world ? Why do we not have a Palestinian state? Does Egypt, Syria, Lebanon, and Jordan also not have claims over the territories of Palestine?
The Israelis mock us, how can they not when they witness the disunity that plagues the Arab world. We must come together and recognize the gravity of this situation. Before, during and after the the Zionist occupation of Palestine, the Arabs are fighting amongst themselves. We fight amongst ourselves. Oh Arabs, the zionists are laughing at us! There is no God but Allah and Mohammed is His messenger.
Now there are traitors amongst the Arabs that openly recognize the Zionists. This is what is exactly what is going on.
The jews use to say "meet with us only once for direct negotiations and we will resolve our issues." This is what they used to say in the lifetime of my grandfather. They use to beg us, "Please, Arabs, sit down with us just one time and our problems will be over." But you see what happens, we meet with them for a thousand times, we have Been through all the the negotiations with no fruitful outcome for the Palestinians. We Arabs never occupied anyone.
Well, we occupied Andalusia unjustly, then they drove us out, but since then, we arabs have not occupied any country.
Today we have to agree, we have to accept, that the last shower of military reign in the Islamic world will not come from Arabia, rather it is coming from Afghanistan, as it is the heartland of Khorasan. Whether the Afghan people are able to maintain unity within their ranks or not, because shaitan is always at work to try to bring rivalry, different warlords, and disunity, and fighting and civil war!
We don't know what's going to happen in the future, but so far, the evidence is that they have given a spectacular demonstration, that they are the last shower of military reign in this Ummah. It is Afghanistan that is the heart of Khorasan, and if the Islamic resistance in Afghanistan has been successful in resisting American occupation of the country to such an extent that the United States have withdrawn, the evidence can no longer be disputed.
As we all know here Ancient Khorasan comprises of the north west of Pakistan, the whole of Afghanistan, the east of Iran, and the north of Afghanistan, the whole area is known as Khorasan. And when our Prophet said that an army will come from Khorasan, and no one will be able to stop it until it reaches Jerusalem.
An army has come out of Khorasan with black flags, and no one will be able to stop that army until it reaches Jerusalem, Indicating that it is not a Russian army that will liberate the Holy Land, rather it will be a Muslim army, amd that Muslim army will be from Khorasan.
That is what has happened, and what is happening is a validation of the Prophecy of our Prophet! it is a validation! This is so all of mankind should now be paying attention to what has happened in Afghanistan and the world of islam, because history is not moving in a haphazard way, rather history is moving in a particular direction, towards a particular culmination, or end, and the Messiah is located at the very heart of the movement of history, and the Messiah is connected to Jerusalem.
The Quran declares, but you wouldn't know it, because the New York times would not publish it, nor would the Washington post, nor would CNN broadcast it, that the Holy land was given to the Israelite people. Now would that not be crucially important information to inform the world?
Oh Arabs why are you silent?
It is imperative to understand the Quranic perspective on the Holy Land. The Quran recognizes that the land was granted to the Israelite people but under the condition of faith in the one God, they must recognize him as the sovereign, and that they must engage in righteous conduct. The right to reside in the Holy Land extends to Muslims, Jews, and Christians who worship the one God. Peaceful coexistence, devoid of oppression or exclusivity, should be our goal.
The jews have the right to live in the Holy land, it is their land, but it is not theirs alone. Others who worship the one God also have the right to reside in that Holy Land. Muslims should be prepared to share the holy land with jews and Christians so we can live together peacefully without any party oppressing the other.
Everytime the Israelites violated the conditions, Allah debarred them from the holy land. He threw them out from the Holy land. Ask the jews why they were expelled from the holy land, they themselves will tell you it was because they violated the covenant. Palestine is occupied, and it seems that it will continue to remain occupied until we are given a sign from the divine to begin mobilization.
While addressing these crucial matters, we must also acknowledge our own shortcomings. History bears witness to our divisions, enmity, and deceptive actions towards one another. Instead of uniting against our common enemies, Arab intelligence agencies often conspire against each other. This internal strife weakens us and plays into the hands of those who seek to exploit our vulnerabilities. It is high time we redirect our ferocity towards the true enemies of Islam.
Furthermore, the issue of the UAE islands occupied by Iran requires resolution. It is not in the best interest of Arab hospitality to foster close relations with Iran, Turkey, or any other nation that may pose a threat. If there are legitimate concerns, let us collectively refer this issue to the International Court of Justice for a fair and just resolution, then accept the court's ruling and work towards peaceful relations. We must address the complex dynamics between Iran and the Arab world. Iran cannot be avoided.
Iran has played a significant role in the GCC economy, and its historical ties with the region cannot be ignored. While we may have disagreements, it is not in our best interest to become enemies. Let us remember that the ruling families are Arab, but without a doubt, the majority of the people residing in the region for the past three thousand years are of Iranian descent. We share a common faith and should strive for peaceful coexistence.
In conclusion, let us unite as Arab nations and confront the challenges we face, we ask Allah Almighty to guide our steps and bless all our endeavors.
Peace, mercy, and blessings of Allah be upon you

Race Information

• Name: Edinburgh Marathon
• Date: 28 May 2023
• Distance: 42.2 km
• Location: Edinburgh, Scotland
• Time: 3:07:XX

Goals

Goal	Description	Completed?
A	Sub 3	No
B	Beat my dad (3:10)	Yes

Splits

Split	Time
5k	21:12 (4:12)
10k	20:49 (4:10)
15k	20:59 (4:12)
20k	20:55 (4:11)
Halfway	1:29:04
25k	21:01 (4:12)
30k	21:14 (4:15)
35k	21:33 (4:19)
40k	24:47 (4:57)
42.2k	6:02 pace

(splits apart from the half are GPS - I think pretty accurate though)

Background

I took up running in 2019, and have been training consistently since 2021. I run decent mileage - 4000+km in both 2021 and 2022, with frequent sustained peaks above 100km per week. I ran the Edinburgh half marathon in 1:23 last year, and a trail 50k in that summer, but this would be my first marathon.
I spent Christmas 2022 out for a couple weeks with a simultaneous sickness bug and a twisted knee, so started this year building back feeling like I'd lost a bit of fitness. In early February though I ran a half marathon in 1:22, and although I think the course was a little short I felt like I was still in decent shape.

Training

I designed my plan based on Pfitz, averaging 114km over the 13 weeks pre-taper, peaking at 131km per week (in fact, 152km was my highest 7 day total!). Although I'd hit close to this mileage before on one-off occassions, never for such a sustained period. I got married and went on my honeymoon during this period, but still sustained the mileage - only really missing a couple days when I was sick about 3 weeks out. But the timing of the honeymoon, being away for someone else's wedding and then getting sick meant that my peak mileage was 7 weeks out.
My general structure was running 7 days, normally with a couple of doubles (run commuting 3 times a week). One workout - starting with tempos and then moving to shorter stuff closer to the race a la Pfitz - and one long run. I wasn't as good getting the medium-long run in mid-week as I'd have like, but I did 6 runs longer than 30km, with two 37km runs.
The latter of these, 4 weeks out, contained 23km at marathon pace - I started this at 4:15 and worked down to 4:05. The 23km averaged 4:11 and felt good - not easy but definitely not an all out effort. I only did one other MP LR - 31km w/ 16km @ MP. I did that early in the block in non-race shoes, started too fast and blew up completely - so the later run was a good confidence builder.
Other workouts weren't anything special - I'm not really one for hard sessions. I did race a few times though - two 10 Mile races, a half marathon (on my honeymoon in New York!), and a 10k two weeks out. These were all largely untapered, but ran 1:01:XX in both 10 Miles, 1:22:35 for 3rd place in the HM, and 37:12 in the 10k.
So while the training wasn't perfect, I was pretty happy and in the best shape of my life. All this gave me confidence that targeting sub-3 was a good idea - and if anything, a bit conservative - at Edinburgh.

Race

Forecast was for a bit of a heatwave, but thankfully race day was supposed to only be 14C - although in the end this felt hot enough with no clouds or shade. My wife came down with a nasty sickness about a week before the race, and although I think I missed it I was a bit paranoid I might have something lingering under the surface.
Nutrition-wise, I had two slices of toast and a banana for breakfast, a gel just before the start and then 6 on the course - after roughly 5k/10k/18k/26k/35k/40km.
I started conservatively, 4:22 for the first two km, then after the downhill settled into 4:10-12. I came through halfway at 1:29:04 feeling decent - working but feeling good about the pace. This continued until about 31km, where there's a wee gravel section I was slipping a bit on. After that I slipped a few seconds off the pace - not much, but around 34km I started see 4:20 on my watch and my confidence was fading. I thought sub-3 might be tight but doable if I could hold on to that. Sadly it was not to be.
Around 38k I hit the wall big time - dropping below 5:00/km, and then quickly below 6:00. I knew sub-3 was long gone by now, but kept myself running - I didn't stop or walk at all, but I was going at what is normally the slowest end of recovery. Interestingly, my heart-rate dropped here too - I just couldn't get my legs or body to work for me.
I even started to panic that my very safe (I thought!) B goal was in doubt. My dad was a very good 3000m SC and 5000m runner when he was young (15:20 5000m PB I think), but he'd run one marathon without specific training, blown-up horribly and come in at 3:10. So a 'family PB' was the back-up goal.
In the end I kept moving forward, and made that time fairly comfortably. I mustered my best 'sprint finish' at about 5:10/km and came in at 3:07.

Post-race & Reflections

I was disappointed, but not as much as I'd thought I might be. Cringe as it sounds I'm pleased I managed to keep myself running when the goal was evaporating.
I don't think I went out too fast, and the pace felt fine (until it didn't), but possibly that first half stretch from at 4:10ish was a little bit quicker than ideal. All the predictors had me on a fair bit quicker than sub-3, and I ran good mileage. While there's tweaks to be made to training, I can't think of anything super significant.
So thinking of what went wrong, I'm focussed on nutrition - the gels were the High-5 ones with 23g carbs, so in total I had ~160g, a bit below 60g/hour recommended. I thought this would be OK - but evidently not.
I'm interested in people's thoughts though?

What's Next

After some recovery weeks, I'm focusing on a HM and a 10 Mile in SeptembeOctober - would be nice to get closer to sub-1:20 and sub-60. But I think I still have a marathon itch to scratch - so will probably sign up for another next spring and give sub-3 another go.
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Experience the hate and prejudice of others when you were a queer or gay appearing youth in gay or gay appearing relationships ?
I recall the rush of public make outs on the dark streets of New York City after a night of clubbing or shows and hearing gay epitaphs hurled at us. There is something very intense about love and affection in those conditions .
Being just another straight couple afterwords is so different!!! I’ve tried bringing this up in mixed trans company and people just don’t get it. Maybe you do!

Synopsis:
It's kill or be eaten.
Jenny has enough problems: her overbearing mother, graduation and prom, and an embarrassing crush on her best friend.
But when a freak earthquake rips her high school out of New York, none of that seems to matter. Instead, Jenny comes face to face with a nightmarish threat: Angels that want to feast on human flesh.
Welcome to the Veil
Human Population Remaining: 851

First / Previous
Jenny looked back at the gloomy English wing hallway. The bodies on the floor. The bloody smears along the wall. It was quiet, but it was that thick pregnant sort of quiet right before something horrible happened in a movie.
She guessed that more angels had come in through the windows of the other classrooms, and while she and Susan had fought the one in their room, the others weren’t so lucky. Most people must have run for the stairwells, the way they’d practiced for fire drills. But after the earthquake and with these angel things… it must have been a blind panic.
Where would they even run to? The first floor? Could anyone even exit the building? They clearly weren’t in Manhattan anymore. Jenny couldn’t help looking at the girl on the floor.
Her head was at an awkward angle with a few glistening strands of muscle still attaching it to her body. Her eyes stared blankly, her mouth parted in lifeless shock. She must have been a freshman. Maybe a sophomore. Jenny pictured the younger girl tripping in the mad rush to escape, screaming as an angel grabbed her leg while all her friends and classmates and teachers kept running.
“I don’t see anymore out there,” said Susan, who peered through the double doors.
Jenny took a breath, and together they pushed through the doors and left the English wing behind them. Slowly, they stepped into the main area where every wing of the floor met. This led to the central stairwell. Down the hall across from where they stood, a light flickered in the Biology wing.
“Let’s not take these stairs,” whispered Jenny. She barely dared to breathe. Those things seemed to be attracted to sound. Maybe their empty eyes couldn’t see clearly?
Susan agreed. “Let’s cut through here,” she said, pointing to the Foreign Language department. It was a narrow hallway that led away from the central stairwell to another smaller one.
They turned the corner slowly, trying not to look at the bodies that were thankfully facedown on the floor. Susan stepped in blood.
The Foreign Languages hallway was clear, but Jenny still held her breath as they walked towards the stairwell at the end. Something rattled one of the classroom doors hard. Jenny whirled around ready to attack. “Someone’s in there,” she whispered, holding her hatchet with both hands.
Susan clicked her cattle prod on. Its static sound was almost comforting.
Jenny inched forward slowly trying to get a look through the little classroom window. It was dark inside with most of the shades drawn, but she recognized it was the French class that Susan had taken last year. A shadow moved through the gloom, rushing towards the door. Jenny stepped back just in time as the glass window shattered and an angel's head burst through, screeching and hissing. Its cries echoed throughout the hall.

Tarnished Angel (Level 4)

Susan reacted first, thrusting her prod against its face. The prongs made contact with its nose, and it stopped screeching. It violently jerked with its head struck through the door, and Jenny took the opportunity to bury her hatchet in its forehead.

You’ve defeated Tarnished Angel (Level 4)
Experience has been awarded
+10 Energy gained

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Leveled up!
Jenny Huang Level 2 -> Level 3
+2 Stat Points

Breathing hard, Jenny stepped back wanting to study the angel. What was the difference now that it was level 4? But they heard shuffling and hissing echoing down the hall. It came from the direction of the biology department, and it was getting louder.
She glanced at Susan whose eyes went wide. Then Jenny spotted the boy’s bathroom. They’d never make it to the stairwell, but maybe they could hide. She grabbed Susan’s arm and pulled her inside, carefully shutting the door so it wouldn’t make a sound. There was no knob, no lock. It was a push-to-open door.
The stench of the bathroom was thick and miasmic, and she clenched her teeth to keep from gagging. Susan gasped, and Jenny turned around, keeping her back pressed to the door, and saw what was causing the smell.
On the floor beside the urinals was another blonde angel glistening in the dim white glow coming in through a small window near the ceiling. It wasn’t moving. Neither were the three boys lying beside it, bloodied and torn up.
Jenny gripped her hatchet tight when she heard shuffling in the hall. She ground her heels against the floor, wondering how long she’d be able to hold them off if they pushed. She applied the 2 stat points she’d received for leveling up to Power hoping it would help keep the door shut.
One of the boys on the floor coughed, and Susan dropped down with an alarmed look on her face. She quickly pressed her hand over the boy’s mouth, trying to stifle his coughing.
Jenny could almost feel one of the angels outside the door, breathing down her back. She bit her lip to stop it from trembling. She didn’t want to die in a boy’s bathroom. It seemed like they hadn’t heard the coughing.
Susan struggled with the boy on the floor. Blood gushed from his neck. His arms moved feebly, trying to resist Susan’s hand clamped over his mouth. His eyes were wide, and Jenny recognized him as Mark. The boy in her gym class last year who’d been nice to her when she had nothing to do during free-play time. He’d shown her how to shoot a basketball.
He was a junior now, and they didn’t have any classes together this year, but they’d still say hi when they passed each other in the hall.
“Please,” whispered Susan, bringing her face close to his. “They’re right outside.” She looked up at Jenny with a desperate expression on her face. Mark either couldn’t hear her or he was beyond understanding. He kept trying to pull her hand off his face.
We have to kill him. The thought made Jenny’s stomach lurch. He was clearly suffering, and if he exposed them, they’d all die.
She remembered what the guidance system had said. Equipment tools, and weapons. Could she summon something to heal Mark?
She looked at the angel lying dead on the floor with its head in a urinal. She didn’t recognize the two other boys beside it. They must have fought the angel together with their bare hands. But since they killed it, did that mean Mark had his First Blood bonus? Which meant he had points he could use, if only they could get him to calm down so they could explain.
She had to use her imagination, right? She had to imagine what she wanted and the system would apply a cost. Alright. She shut her eyes, tried not to think about the angels scurrying up and down the hall outside, and pictured a potion. Something like the ones she’d pick up in games to restore her health. She pictured a glass vial of red liquid. Red signified health, that much she was certain of.
A Minor Potion of Recovery will cost 100 Energy. Insufficient Energy.
Fuck, she thought. She was 25 short. She knew Susan wouldn’t have any to spare after making her cattle prod. But Mark might. Now how was she supposed to explain that to him while still holding the door?
She thought about the other angel she’d fought, the one in the French classroom. Angels didn’t seem to understand how doors worked. It couldn't turn the handle and it attacked the door mindlessly. So maybe if she tiptoed, she could get to Susan and Mark and explain how he could craft a potion to save his life.
If they’re quiet enough, the angels won’t hear them and try to get in. It was risky, but they could manage it. And if it worked, they’d have three people instead of two to fight them.
Just as Jenny worked up the courage to step away from the door, a loud crash made her freeze. A deafening hissing filled her ears, and Jenny realized there were way more creatures than she’d initially thought. But there was another crash, followed by a shrill scream that made her blood run cold.
She glanced at Susan who looked just as terrified as Jenny felt. The walls shook. Violent sounds and hissing and screeching came from outside. Dust drifted down like snow on Susan's blue hair. Something slammed against the wall just beside the door. Jenny shut her eyes and braced herself for the worst if whatever commotion was happening outside forced its way into the bathroom.
It sounded like a fight. Something else was fighting these angels. Throwing them around. Cutting them down. Was it another student? Maybe one of the teachers?
Hope made her heart pound hard against her chest. Maybe someone else had figured out how to make use of this system thing and leveled up enough to fight these creatures head-on. She felt dizzy with relief. Were they saved? Praying, she listened as best she could, trying to figure out what was going on.
She heard a pitiful mewling followed by a thick snap. Then there was silence. No hissing or footsteps or anything, and Jenny couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m going to check what that was,” she mouthed slowly to Susan who shook her head no, looking frightened. Jenny bit her lip, but turned anyway to pull on the door slightly, just a sliver.
Cool air from the hall tickled her nose. In the pasty white gloom, she saw what had caused the commotion. Her heart sank.
Several angels lay strewn about on the floor. None of them were moving. On all fours was something bigger than the angels she’d seen before. Its back was broad and more defined and wasn’t just exposed skin. Instead, it was green and glossy, like an insect’s exoskeleton. And it held one of the angels like a rag doll while it chewed on its face.

Imperfect Angel (Level 12)

It turned its head as it snapped off the thinner angel’s skull. The Imperfect Angel’s face was covered in that same green scale-like thing. It had long dark hair that bounced while it chewed, and, while it was still slim, it wasn’t as ragged and bony as the other angels.
It dropped the now headless angel corpse and moved to another. Its movements were strange, even though it was on all fours like the other angels had been. It favored one arm over the other, and as it moved, Jenny saw a nasty gash across one of its green shoulders. It was hurt from the fight.
The Imperfect Angel… was that some sort of evolution then? Did it level up as well then? From killing people? Killing other angels?
Jenny realized with a chill that the angels were in the system too. They were partaking in the Survival Challenge. She nearly dropped the hatchet. Her palms were sweating. The angels were also getting stronger. She realized it was only a matter of time before it noticed her or ventured into the bathroom. And if they wanted to get to the stairwell, to get to Oliver, they’d have to fight it or something like it at some point.
And she didn’t want to fight it in the bathroom where there’d be no space to swing her hatchet. She took a deep, shaking breath as she listened to it eating the other angels. Sweat ran down her back. She bit her lip. There was one thing that was for certain: if she wanted to live, she’d have to get much, much stronger.
This was so unfair. All she’d wanted was to get on with her life. Graduate. Get away from her family. Get away from her mom.
Her mom’s voice filled her head, screaming at her to find Oliver.
She wondered what her mom would do in this situation. How would she handle all this carnage and death? Jenny just wanted to sob and scream and pull out her hair. She wanted to break all the mirrors in the bathroom and smash everything she possibly could. But what good would that do now?
It was oddly familiar to how she felt at home. Fighting with her mom, slamming the door, sobbing into her pillow, wishing she wasn’t here.
But she was here. Stuck in this nightmare. And she was at least getting stronger. She’d killed a bunch of them already. This wasn’t like home. She wasn’t powerless. She wasn’t just going to hide in her room and cry and play video games until she passed out. She shut her eyes and sucked in a breath and made her decision.
She clutched her hatchet, feeling the tiniest bit comforted by having it in her hands. She looked back at Susan who had Mark’s head on her lap, trying to console him, still pressing her palm down on his lips as he struggled.
Without a word, Jenny stepped out into the hall. She didn’t want to see Susan’s reaction. She didn’t want to second guess her decision to fight this thing. At the very least, she resolved to lead it away from the bathroom so Susan and Mark could figure out a way to get out.

Is a 16 year old girl allowed to marry a 19 year old boy in New York (WITH CONSENT FROM BOTH PARENTS). I’m having trouble finding reliable sources online. Can anyone find me something from a .gov website?

20 [M4F] [Relationship] New York, Any weirdo’s out there
I would like to start this off by saying I’m currently in a long distance open relationship.
Since my ass jiggles when I brush my teeth does that mean I’m Thic? Im super weird if you cant tell. I say and think weird things. so be ready. I’ve been told I can be quiet but thats only around people I don’t know...which is everyone... I have no friends. Well I do but they’re all online. I fumble in social situations and I love it.
Aspiring veterinarian. When I have to euthanize my first cat I was planning on saying “I always wanted to slay pussy, but not like this”
I will jump out of a plane and use my juicy ass to cushion the fall. No but seriously I want to skydive and ride every roller coaster in existence. I love amusement parks and all things nerdy. Harry potter, video games, super hero’s, casual anime watcher. I love horror and R Rated movies. But can also watch something more loving like the Vampire Diaries (team Damon BTW) I watch almost everything in the CW. I also love stand up comedy and podcast. Maybe you could suggest some? Learning to play guitar to distract me from the loneliness
Description of me- 5’7 African American, glasses, brown eyes, short hair. Average build (Cant wait to go back to the gym) I will send a pic if you ask.
I am willing to have a friendly chat with anyone. don’t feel discouraged if you’re much older than me. It wont stop me from getting to know your amazing personality😊Willing to travel to meet up.
Hope to hear from you soon.

If you're here, you first need to know that I'm either pro or against anything. I just want to see the world burning and stupid people getting what they deserve.
Introduction: Chaos, often associated with disorder and confusion, is a fundamental aspect of our existence. From the intricate patterns of nature to the unpredictable nature of human behavior, chaos manifests itself in various forms. While chaos is often viewed negatively, it also holds the potential for creativity, change, and growth. This essay will delve into the concept of chaos, its impact on different domains of life, and the valuable lessons it offers.
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Thanks if you read all of this, it's just a copypasta about caos written by ChatGPT.