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The Catastrophe Story, Whoever May Tell It, Represents A Constructive And Positive Act By The Imagination Rather Than A Negative One, An Attempt To Confront The Terrifying Void Of A Patently Meaningless Universe By Challenging It At Its Own Game. [. . .] Each One Of These Fantasies Represents An Arraignment Of The Finite, An Attempt To Dismantle The Formal Structure Of Time And Space Which The Universe Wraps Around Us At The Moment We First Achieve Consciousness.

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In His Mind Vaughan Saw The Whole World Dying In A Simultaneous Automobile Disaster, Millions Of Vehicles Hurled Together In A Terminal Congress Of Spurting Loins And Engine Coolant.