But Even In Your World It’s A

(true,) The White Hole Said. (my Name Is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) And At The Same Time He Went Flickering Through A Pattern Of Colors That Was Evidently The Visual Translation.

You Walk On Water, And Complain That You Can't Find Anything To Drink!

A Warp," Nita Whispered. "a Tunnel Through Space-time. Are You A White Hole?" It Stopped Bobbing, Stared At Her As If She Had Said Something Derogatory. (do I Look Like A Hole?)

The Issues Of The Choice Between Right And Wrong Has To Be An Ongoing Concern For Everybody, At Every Age. There Is No Magical Point In A Human Life When Anyone Is Or Becomes Immune To The Second-by-second Choice To Do Right Instead Of Wrong.

It’d Be A Poor Kind Of World Where There Was Just One Explanation For Things. ---rhiow