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I hide my head under my hat. My hat is the shelter of my mind.

For when my mind travels, my head is empty, and my hat shelters me from the emptiness.

When I abandon my mind out of fear, my head is frightened, and my hat comforts me with warmth.

When my experiment fails, my head is embarrassed, and my hat conceals my embarrassment.

For I'm the last hatter of the world, the last mad man who is sane.

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