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Mankind Is Divided Into Two Basic Sorts: Those Who Find The Unknown Future Threatening ... And Those Who Find It Thrilling. The Rupture Between Those Two Sides Has Been Responsible For Most Of The Bloodshed In History.

This Is What It Is To Be Human: To See The Essential Existential Futility Of All Action, All Striving -- And To Act, To Strive. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Reach Forever Beyond Your Grasp. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Live Forever Or Die Trying. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Perpetually Ask The Unanswerable Questions, In The Hope That The Asking Of Them Will Somehow Hasten The Day When They Will Be Answered. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Strive In The Face Of The Certainty Of Failure. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Persist.

In 1971, After Seven Years In College, With That Magic Piece Of Paper Clutched Triumphantly In My Fist, The Best Job I Was Able To Get Was Night Watchman On A Sewer Project In Babylon, N.y. Guarding A Hole In The Ground To Prevent Anyone From Stealing It. God Bless The American Educational System!

Quite Frankly, I Don't Like You Humans. After What You All Have Done, I Find Being 'inhuman' A Compliment.

She Danced Because She Needed To. She Needed To Say Things Which Could Be Said In No Other Way, And She Needed To Take Her Meaning And Her Living From The Saying Of Them.