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Behold the mists of time, tenuous yet solid, obscuring the past and barring the future from our feeble sight... We can but barely perceive the present, and yet we would dare disturb the fabric of time and space to see more; --even though such is beyond our comprehension... And, in our sightless sight we conceive ourselves as having dominion over all-- We, mere fleshy grubs crawling in the mud and filth of our diminutive pebble, caught in the present, idolizing the past-- and fearing the formless future... January 15, 1971

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