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Authors, He Thought. Even The Sane Ones Are Nuts.

…our Sunsets Have Been Reduced To Wavelengths And Frequencies. The Complexities Of The Universe Have Been Shredded Into Mathematical Equations. Even Our Self-worth As Human Beings Has Been Destroyed.

In Which Year Did A Harvard Sculler Last Outrow An Oxford Man At Henley?" Langdon Had No Idea, But He Could Imagine Only One Reason The Question Had Been Asked. "surely Such A Travesty Has Never Occurred.

He Thought About Science, About Faith, About Man. He Thought About How Every Culture, In Every Country, In Every Time, Had Always Shared One Thing. We All Had The Creator. We Used Different Names, Different Faces, And Different Prayers, But God Was The Universal Constant For Man. God Was The Symbol We All Shared...the Symbol Of All The Mysteries Of Life That We Could Not Understand. The Ancients Had Praised God As A Symbol Of Our Limitless Human Potential, But That Ancient Symbol Had Been Lost Over Time. Until Now.