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| description = '''The Easy Life''' is a book espousing the joy of being in the [[Cult of the Absolute]].
| description = '''The Easy Life''' is a book espousing the joy of being in the [[Cult of the Absolute]].
| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
| book author = Cult of the Absolute
| book text = What to wear. What to say to your spouse. Who to befriend. Why are you working at your job? Why do you care about taxes, what to cook, read, pay for, sell, you know, bullshit? Why is there no end to the bullshit? I have a secret for you. There is, brothers and sisters. There. Most certainly. IS!
| book text = What to wear. What to say to your spouse. Who to befriend. Why are you working at your job? Why do you care about taxes, what to cook, read, pay for, sell, you know, bullshit? Why is there no end to the bullshit? I have a secret for you. There is, brothers and sisters. There. Most certainly. IS!



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The Easy Life is a book espousing the joy of being in the Cult of the Absolute.

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This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.

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  • Books
  • Author: Cult of the Absolute Cult of the Absolute
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp
  • UID BOOK_GLO_GeneralLoreBook_AbsoluteCultLiving
    UUID b32d5c6b-2d94-4352-a483-3e2e05dcc465


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What to wear. What to say to your spouse. Who to befriend. Why are you working at your job? Why do you care about taxes, what to cook, read, pay for, sell, you know, bullshit? Why is there no end to the bullshit? I have a secret for you. There is, brothers and sisters. There. Most certainly. IS!


I used to be neck-deep in bullshit. A shit buffet - an excrement parade - a crapstorm of meaninglessness. All those, you know, those little fucking decisions we have to make that aren't really there. That are basically devoid of purpose. In a shared community of thought and goal like, say, a cult (dirty dirty word, I don't like it, but I had that decided FOR me, brothers and sisters), everyday is new and exciting with none of the choices mildewing in your noggin.


People say cults are about conformity. I say they break it. I say they snap conformity's rotten, scrawny neck.