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Surprisingly, NOT another cellphone dump...

...to begin with. I didn't know Alistair MacLean's novel The Way To Dusty Death had borrowed the title from Macbeth. Purposely haven't got a book today so as to give my eyes a rest from reading fine print... We're imbibing the worst parts - obesity, cable TV, et al - of "developed" society. Onerogwation. Huh? Anyway, modernization has come at the expense of evolution. We've become stagnant. All the more reason to challenge ourselves as a species and go beyond Earth for habitation. The event of not taking psychology - and, ultimately, anything - in Lower VI. Life is bound to have been, be, or be somewhere in the universe as we know it. Its characteristics are hard to imagine - it may even be characterless [or undefinable in our terms] - which is why Adams' babel fish is such an awesome concept. There is no point in comparing myself to others. Case in point - bali(?). As soon as humanity set time for itself, everything became inevitable. As we say, everything became a matter of time. Everything expressed in a language is plagiarized - hence originality is in creating languages, like Welsh and Burgess, and others i haven't had the pleasure of deciphering. Tolkien, of course. Rip-offs also count, refer starting of paragraph.

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