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"On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."
You had to give it to him. He had a plan. And it's started to make sense in a Tyler-sort of way.
No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
Tyler build himself an army.
"We're the all-singing, all dancing crap of the world. We're all part of the same compost heap."
Why was Tyler Durden building an army? To what purpose? For what greater good?
In Tyler we trusted.
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