Everything Will Turn Out Right, The World

Actually, I Do Happen To Resemble A Hallucination. Kindly Note My Silhouette In The Moonlight." The Cat Climbed Into The Shaft Of Moonlight And Wanted To Keep Talking But Was Asked To Be Quiet. "very Well, I Shall Be Silent," He Replied, "i Shall Be A Silent Hallucination.

Obedient To Constraint, I Was Compelled To Submit

Everything Will Turn Out Right, The World Is Built On That.

In Order To Be In Control, You Have To Have A Definite Plan For At Least A Reasonable Period Of Time. So How, May I Ask, Can Man Be In Control If He Can't Even Draw Up A Plan For A Ridiculously Short Period Of Time, Say, A Thousand Years, And Is, Moreover, Unable To Ensure His Own Safety For Even The Next Day?

Not Causing Trouble, Not Touching Anything, Fixing The Primus.