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You Cannot Avoid Mortality. But You Can Choose Your Way Of Meeting It. And That Is The Most That Any Man Can Hope For.

The Computer Has Evolved Into A Partner, A Tool, And An Environment--not Just In Science Fiction, But In The Public Consciousness As Well. Computers Are No Longer Malevolent Iron Brains That Manufacture Tyrannical And Oppressive Answers; They Are Not A Way To Think, They Are A Place From Which To Think. The Computer Is An Environment In Which Answers Can Be Sought, Created, Manipulated And Developed.

Something Went Klunk. Like A Nickel Dropping In A Soda Machine. One Of Those Small Insights That Explains Everything. This Was Puberty For These Boys. Adolescence. The First Date, The First Kiss, The First Chance To Hold Hands With Someone Special. Delayed, Postponed, A Decade's Worth Of Longing--while Everybody Around You Celebrates Life, You Pretend, Suppress, Inhibit, Deprive Yourself Of You Own Joy--but Finally Ultimately, Eventually, You Find A Place Where You Can Have A Taste Of Everything Denied.

The Avalanche Of Time Sweeps Everything Before It. Every Individual Instant Hurtles Into Oblivion, Drowning Out The Obliteration Of The Instant Immediately Preceding It, And Then It Too Disappears Under The Onslaught Of The Next And The Next And The Next. When The Avalanche Has Shuddered Past For A Long Enough Time, The Perception Of The Past Evolves. Distant Events Grow Beyond Mere History And Take On The Weight Of Legend.

The Human Race Never Solves Any Of Its Problems, It Only Outlives Them.