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Reality Has Always Had Too Many Heads.

I Wanted To Understand Things And Then Be Free Of Them. I Needed To Learn How To Telescope Things, Ideas. Things Were Too Big To See All At Once, Like All The Books In The Library-everything Laying Around On All The Tables. You Might Be Able To Put It All Into One Paragraph Or Into One Verse Of A Song If You Could Get It Right.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down Before Your Can Call Him A Man? . . . The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

You're Going To Die. You're Going To Be Dead. It Could Be 20 Years, It Could Be Tomorrow, Anytime. So Am I. I Mean, We're Just Going To Be Gone. The World's Going To Go On Without Us. All Right, Now. You Do Your Job In The Face Of That, And How Seriously You Take Yourself, You Decide For Yourself.

I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children.