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A Preoccupation With The Next World Clearly Shows An Inability To Cope Credibly With This One.

We All Get Our Dreams Stamped On From Time To Time, Right? And If It Didn’t Hurt, What Kind Of Second-rate Dreams Would They Be?

Hand Over Your Responses To The Man Who Triggers Them, And You Have Already Lost The Battle For Self. Look Beyond, And Find Yourself There Instead.

Science Casts A Long Black Shadow Back Over Who We Think We Are, And Where It Falls The Temperature Falls With It. Its Touch Is Chilly And Unforgiving.

It Was The Single Forgiving Phrase In The Syntax Of Weaponry I Had Strapped About Me. The Rest Were Unequivocal Sentences Of Death.