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I Didn't Set Out To Discover A Truth. I Was Actually Sent To The Outer Fringes To Conduct A Chair Census And Learn Some Humility. But The Truth Inevitably Found Me, As Important Truths Often Do, Like A Lost Thought In Need Of A Mind.

Without Unscrambled Eggs, There Was No Time Travel, No More Depredation Of The Now, And We Could Look To A Brighter Future Of Long-term Thought--and More Reading.

Humans Like Stories. Humans Need Stories. Stories Are Good. Stories Work. Story Clarifies And Captures The Essence Of The Human Spirit. Story, In All Its Forms—of Life, Of Love, Of Knowledge—has Traced The Upward Surge Of Mankind. And Story, You Mark My Words, Will Be With The Last Human To Draw Breath.

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Cats Aren't Really Friendly, They're Just Cozying Up To The Dominant Life-form As A Hedge Against Extinction.