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One of my earliest childhood memories is of my mother having a feud with the woman next door because the tree in their yard right on the boundary hung over our fence and dropped things in our yard and they should trim it and blah blah bullshit. They didn't talk to each other for 5 years over this petty rubbish and I was encouraged not to play with their kids. It's not so hard to imagine how over generations we keep passing on our bullshit to the next generation. Like wars and deep stuff and strained analogies.
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