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I've Described My Usual Writing Process As Scrambling From Peak To Peak On Inspiration Through Foggy Valleys Of Despised Logic. Inspiration Is Better When You Can Get It.

Colonel Otto, Do You Have A, Perhaps, Fuller And More Detailed Account Than Your Preliminary One Of Why My Imperial Security Building Is Now Largely An Underground Installation? From A Technical Perspective.

I'm Not Getting It All Sorted, She Worried. I'm Not Getting It Right. You Are Brilliant, The Voice Reassured Her. It Is Imperfect. So Are All Things Trapped In Time. You Are Brilliant, Nonetheless. How Fortunate For Us That We Thirst For Glorious Souls Rather Than Faultless Ones, Or We Should Be Parched Indeed, And Most Lonely In Our Perfect Righteousness. Carry On Imperfectly, Shining Ista.

All Great Human Deeds Both Consume And Transform Their Doers. Consider An Athlete, A Scientist, An Artist, Or An Entrepreneur. In Service Of Their Goals, They Lay Down Time, Energy And Many Other Choices And Pleasures; In Return, They Become Most Truly Themselves. A False Destiny May Be Spotted By The Fact That It Consumes Without Transforming, Without Giving Back The Enlarged Self.

A Stunning First Impression Was Not The Same Thing As Love At First Sight. But Surely It Was An Invitation To Consider The Matter.