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Why Speak If You Can't Manage Perfect Thoughts, Perfect Sentences?

A Man Is Sane Only To The Extent That He Subscribes To A Previously-agreed Construction Of Reality.

I Don't Think There Is A Need For An Entity Like God In My Life.

Music, Love, Death. Certainly A Triangle Of Sorts; Maybe Even An Eternal One. "the Only People Who Can See The Whole Picture," He Murmured, "are The Ones Who Step Out Of The Frame."

The Problem's Name Is God.