...Between The Stars...
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I sense divergent consciousness (see...betwixt the stars you're free!)—as speculation pushes me beyond what science "sees." ...And not the science we'd respect, but the science of the niggardly. The science of the narrow minded "skep-dick's" insipidity. The science of the autocrat. The science of the scammed. The science choosing pessimism: the science of the damned. The science of the psychopath. The science sans all sense; the science of the tyrannous; the science of offense...
Alfred Lehmberg
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...Ordinary Joe...
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Take someone like this Firmage fellow: an ordinary "Joe," but plainly individual: still "drove a Chevy" don't you know.
...Lit Sooner...
"T'was launched that way," Noel Hinners said, "The normal thing is ... metric," but million dollar craft were lost; call it bad econometrics. ...And, oh, we did outdo ourselves—our dumbness most profound—transcending all stupidity in thinking most unsound...
...Almost...
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You could saunter song-filled hallways as the visuals wrapped around you [9]. Poems whispered from the portraits you might pass [1]. You could step-off from the edge and fall through space to sighing fountains [10]. You could hear transcendent music. T'was a gas!.
Kings/Priests ... Jesters/Clowns
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There's not enough time to accomplish our will; why, by a factor of five we but take more time, still! So, forget any ending that isn't your own; it's the ride that's important... that's what we are shown.