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Never, nary a universe, only a shroud of reflectivity. Such was the climax to the wisdoms of times, that we reached the flowing veil, and turned on our knowledge. Source, origin, pure once more for approximation.

Of His humor the providential plaything of science, so He smiles whilst we flail about with prideful haught, again and over, then again to fore, ever the fooled.

~tdv

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