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Life continues to enthrall me. I seek the way of the gun, but only by pen. Only by a future that dawns across a few mere mortals. For the trees, the mountains and the valleys that send them heavenly are but an idea. We touch we think finite. But more is to be revealed. The lather of all is the simplicity of one. Make no charge that you would not step to defend. Make no love that you would not care to return. The end is not solid, nor brittle with angry teeth. It resume something far beyond our knowledge. See. Know nothing. Close eyes. Know all. And those who know all are the ones who know nothing. It’s a blessing that science seeks to eradicate beliefs. Seeks to prove all it can. Who can cradle an idea better than a human? Perhaps a whale. In the end the future will be written as streaking masses of gas flirting with temporary brilliance. And in that end is a beginning. For what? For the beginning. File gumbo