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Mysteries Abound Where Most We Seek For Answers.

Science Is No More Than An Investigation Of A Miracle We Can Never Explain, And Art Is An Interpretation Of That Miracle.

Those Who Don't Build Must Burn. It's As Old As History And Juvenile Delinquents.

Reality And Fiction Are Different In That Fiction Has To Make Sense.

God, Here And There, Makes Madness A Calling.