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Justice Can Sleep For Years And Awaken When It Is Least Expected. A Miracle Is Nothing More Than Dormant Justice From Another Time Arriving To Compensate Those It Has Cruelly Abandoned. Whoever Knows This Is Willing To Suffer, For He Knows That Nothing Is In Vain.

As It Somehow Always Manages Before The Winter Solstice, But Never After, The Early Darkness Was Cheerful And Promising, Even For Those Who Had Nothing.

As The Clockwork Of The Millennia Moved A Notch In Front Of Their Eyes, It Had Taken Their Thoughts From Small Things And Reminded Them Of How Vulnerable They Were To Time.

Then The Bow Orchestra Began To Play An Apocalyptically Beautiful Canon, One Of Those Pieces In Which, Surely, The Composer Simply Transcribed What Was Given, And Trembled In Awe Of The Hand That Was Guiding Him.

If Nothing Is Random, And Everything Is Predetermined, How Can There Be Free Will? The Answer To That Is Simple. Nothing Is Predetermined; It Is Determined, Or Was Determined, Or Will Be Determined.