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We Compensate For What We Don't Do Internally By Projecting And Allowing Our Minds To Be Marinated In Chronic Fantasy.

Bangladesh Is A World Of Metaphor, Of High And Low Theater, Of Great Poetry And Music. You Talk To A Rice Farmer And You Find A Poet. You Get To Know A Sweeper Of The Streets And You Find A Remarkable Singer.

Your Brain Has One Function-to Do Exactly What You Tell It To Do.

The Illuminated Ones Can Take Any Form -- A Man, A Woman, A Child, An Elder, Or Even A Dog. It Is Not Inconsequential That The English Language Allows For The Dyslexia Of The Spelling Of The Word Dog: God Spelled Backward.

If You're Looking Ecologically, Then We Are In Very Big Trouble, Yes. But If You're Talking About People Sinking, I'm Not So Sure That's True. There Are Cycles Of Rise And Fall, As There Have Been Since Time Immemorial.