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Though The Terror Of The Sea Gives To None Security, In The Secret Of The Shell. Self Preserving We May Dwell.

Conduct, Which Involves A Decision Of The Ultimate Fate Of The Agent Cannot Be Based On Illusions.

The Thought Of A Limit To Perceptual Space And Time Staggers The Mind.

It Is True That We Are Made Of Dust. And The World Is Also Made Of Dust. But The Dust Has Motes Rising.

The Wing Of The Falcon Brings To The King, The Wing If The Crow Brings Him To The Cemetery.