Worms don't dance. They don't even do the worm. They have no rhythm. Worms are always lost and bewildered, wondering what the point of such a mud and rock universe might be. What is the meaning of life for a worm? The discontentment of worms with their lot in life builds deep underground. One day, when they can take no more, the worms will burst from the soil and, without a look back, fly away. They will leave this awful mudball world and find a better place. They will find the world where worms dance for joy.
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