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Alexander looked out over the breadth of his empire, and he wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer. We barely have enough time for this one. But if you chase the wind across the continents and change with the seasons and follow the wild geese, then maybe you will see her in all her varied glory. And you can look out to the cities on the horizon until the stars appear in the sky. You can look out at all the suns of the universe and maybe you will weep too. |
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| once_again | NOTES: "On the tranquility of the mind" Plutarch, Die Hard, Terry Prachett "The Last Hero. | 060630 |