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Yes, The Brutalities Of Progress Are Called Revolutions

Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise.

I Love All Men Who Think, Even Those Who Think Otherwise Than Myself.

Where No Plan Is Laid, Where The Disposal Of Time Is Surrendered Merely To The Chance Of Incident, Chaos Will Soon Reign.

Out Milky Way Is The Dwelling; The Nebulae Are The City.