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When You've Heard One Bagpipe Tune, You've Heard Them Both.

And That, My Friend, Is How The World Ends. On The Edge Of A Precipice, With One Foot Over The Edge, It Stops, Turns And Goes Back, Leaving An Empty Earth Of Birds And Insects, Wind, Rain And Rusting Weapons.

Maybe I Live In What Is For Me The Wrong Time.

As Einstein Himself Pointed Out. He Said We’re Like People In A Boat Without Oars Drifting Along A Winding River. Around Us We See Only The Present. We Can’t See The Past, Back In The Bends And Curves Behind Us. But It’s There.

Have You Ever Given Someone A Book You Enjoyed Enormously, With A Feeling Of Envy Because They Were About To Read It For The First Time, An Experience You Could Never Have Again?