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And When There Are Enough Outsiders Together In One Place, A Mystic Osmosis Takes Place And You're Inside.

You Can Go Through Your Whole Life Telling Yourself That Life Is Logical, Life Is Prosaic, Life Is Sane. Above All Sane. And I Think It Is. I've Had A Lot Of Time To Think About That. And What I Keep Coming Back To Is [her] Dying Declaration: 'so You Understand That When We Increase The Number Of Variables, The Axioms Themselves Never Change.'

And Didn't They Say That, Although Curiosity Killed The Cat, Satisfaction Brought The Beast Back?

If The Stuff You're Writing Is Not For Yourself, It Won't Work.

There Had Never Been A Shortage Of Fools In The World