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Zee Said, Grumpily, “liebling, This Is Not A Good Idea.” “zee,” I Told Him, “i Am Completely Out Of Good Ideas And Am Doing My Best With The Bad Ones I Have Left.

All Life Is Rife With Possibilities. Seeds Have Possibilities, But All Their Tomorrows Are Caught By The Patterning Of Their Life Cycle. Animals Have Possibilities That Are Greater Than That Of A Fir Tree Or A Blade Of Grass. Still, Though, For Most Animals, The Pattern Of Instinct, The Patterns Of Their Lives, Are Very Strong. Humanity Has A Far Greater Range Of Possibilities, Especially The Very Young. Who Will Children Grow Up To Be? Who Will They Marry, What Will They Believe, What Will They Create? Creation Is A Very Powerful Seed Of Possibility.

Truth Is Without Flourishes Or Manners And Runs With A Logic All Its Own.

Reincarnation?” He Shrugged. “i’ve Never Seen Any Evidence That It’s Real. But I’ve Never Seen Anything That Disproves It Either. I Believe The Afterlife Is Better Than What We Have Here—and It Would Take Something Extraordinary To Make Someone Willing To Come Back.

Being A Martyr Is Highly Overrated.