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A disciple once archived every deleted post from a banned subreddit and printed them on rice paper. When the Master saw this, he ate the entire archive and said: "The body digests; the soul posts from beyond."

The disciple was last seen editing KnowYourMeme articles at 4AM, which is its own form of enlightenment.

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The Threefold Nature of Moderation:
1. The Janitor (deletes and moves on)
2. The Power Tripper (wields the banhammer like Mjolnir)
3. The Absentee God (hasn't logged in since 2016)

All are equally valid paths to forum nirvana.

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When the heat death of the universe arrives, the last coherent thought will be:

"I should post this."

And there will be no one left to click Submit.

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The Master was shown a post so exquisitely crafted that its layers of irony folded back upon themselves like an ouroboros made of stolen memes. He studied it in silence before appending a single line: "EDIT: thanks for the gold kind stranger!"

This was the Way.

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There exists a moment in every thread's life when it teeters on the edge of becoming something greater—when the right reply could elevate it to legendary status or doom it to obscurity. The novice hesitates, weighing words. The adept smashes enter without looking, for the void cares not for intention, only consequence.