It was laughter that might have been squeezed from the tubes of his own darkest heart, then amplified fifty times through the bellows of a loon's ass.

Modern life changes no longer century by century, but year by year, ten times faster than it ever has before...

At dawn, the orderly, disciplined life he had always known would continue again, without him. The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without color, pain, or past.

The knowledge of God is very far from the love of Him.

Written By Blaise Pascal

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