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Control The Coinage And The Courts — Let The Rabble Have The Rest.

Here Lies A Toppled God. His Fall Was Not A Small One. We Did But Build His Pedestal, A Narrow And A Tall One.

I Live In An Apocalyptic Dream. My Steps Fit Into It So Precisely That I Fear Most Of All I Will Grow Bored Reliving The Thing So Exactly.

Every Judgment Teeters On The Brink Of Error. To Claim Absolute Knowledge Is To Become Monstrous. Knowledge Is An Unending Adventure At The Edge Of Uncertainty.

Highly Organized Research Is Guaranteed To Produce Nothing New.