If You Start With A Bang, You

All Time Is Eternal, Moving Inexorably Toward An End Which We Believe Is A Result Of Our Actions, But Over Which Our Control Is Mere Illusion.

Men Tighten The Knot Of Confusion Into Perfect Misunderstanding.

And Through The Spaces Of The Dark Midnight Shakes The Memory As A Madman Shakes A Dead Geranium.

The Naming Of Cats Is A Difficult Matter

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