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The Nobility Of The Human Spirit Grows Harder For Me To Believe In. War, Zealotry, Greed, Malls, Narcissism. I See A Backhanded Nobility In Excessive, Impractical Outlays Of Cash Prompted By Nothing Loftier Than A Species Joining Hands And Saying “i Bet We Can Do This.” Yes, The Money Could Be Better Spent On Earth. But Would It? Since When Has Money Saved By Government Red-lining Been Spent On Education And Cancer Research? It Is Always Squandered. Let’s Squander Some On Mars. Let’s Go Out And Play.

You Do Not Question An Author Who Appears On The Title Page As "t.v.n. Persaud, M.d., Ph.d., D.sc., F.r.c.path. (lond.), F.f.path. (r.c.p.i.), F.a.c.o.g.

Instead, I Quietly Excused Myself And Went To The Bar, To Commune With Spirits I Know How To Relate To.

Every Mode Of Travel Has Its Signature Mental Aberration.

Every Crazy Fad From The 1800s Comes Back Or They Never Go Away. It’s Like Fashion, Like Everything’s Already Been Invented, And Somebody Stumbles Onto It And People Will Always, Always Be Looking For An Answer For Some Vague Illness They Can’t Get A Diagnosis For.