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Understanding The Laws Of Nature Does Not Mean That We Are Immune To Their Operations.

The Fifties Are A Peaceful Time, A Quiet Sleeping Time Between Two Noisy Bursts Of Years, A Blue And White Time Filled With Sweet Yellow Days, Music And Bright Smelling Memories.

Life Is Hard. Then You Die. Then They Throw Dirt In Your Face. Then The Worms Eat You. Be Grateful It Happens In That Order.

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.

We Have This Sacred Cow In Our Society That What The Majority Of People Want Is Right—but Is It? Our Populace Can't Really Be Informed, Not The Majority Of Them—most People Vote The Way They Have Been Manipulated And By The Way They Have Responded To That Manipulation—they Are Working Out Their Own Patterns Of Wishful Thinking On The Social Environment In Which They Live.