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Nonetheless, Scranton Had Travelled In Space. He Had Known The Loneliness Of Separation From All Other Human Beings, He Had Gazed At The Empty Perspectives That I Myself Had Seen.

The Twentieth Century Ended With Its Dreams In Ruins. The Notion Of The Community As A Voluntary Association Of Enlightened Citizens Has Died Forever. We Realize How Suffocatingly Humane We've Become, Dedicated To Moderation And The Middle Way. The Suburbanization Of The Soul Has Overrun Our Planet Like The Plague.

Art Is The Principal Way In Which The Human Mind Has Tried To Remake The World In A Way That Makes Sense. The Carefully Edited, Slow-motion, Action Replay Of A Rugby Tackle, A Car Crash Or A Sex Act Has More Significance Than The Original Event. Thanks To Virtual Reality, We Will Soon Be Moving Into A World Where A Heightened Super-reality Will Consist Entirely Of Action Replays, And Reality Will Therefore Be All The More Rich And Meaningful.

I Wanted To Rub The Human Race In Its Own Vomit, And Force It To Look In The Mirror.