I am an introverted blue collar pilgrim, surviving near the center of the continent, on the fringes of a shopworn civilization. I abide in rooms full of partially-read tomes, each bookmarked with the fragment of a shattered illusion.
Everything which is inspired, heroic or saintly is derived from contemplation.
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One--the smallest of numbers... That is the infinite. A number which increases thinks that it is getting nearer to infinity. It is getting further away from it. You have to stoop to rise.
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If you liked that, Rodak, this will kill you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YD8i0jUmbF8&feature=fvw
Yes, I see what you mean. I hope that anybody who stumbles upon this exchange takes the time to play it. Thanks again!
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