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I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld. When I die, they will put my body in a box and dispose of it in the cold ground.
And in all the million ages to come, I will never breathe o...
When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean's skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath i
and would not willingly remember that this velvet paw but conceals a remorsele...
Superior training and superior weaponry have, when taken together, a geometric effect on overall military strength.
Well-trained, well-equipped troops can stand up to many more times their lesser bre...
The sea is everything. It covers seven-tenths of the globe.
Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert where a man is never alone, for he can feel life quivering all about him....
You are orphans, earthdeirdre, your homeworld already buried so young among the aeons.
We are all aware that the senses can be deceived, the eyes fooled.
But how can we be sure our senses are not being deceived at any particular time, or even all the time?...
In the years since our arrival, we have foolishly disrupted so many of Planet's ecosystems that entire species may vanish without our ever having understood, or even known them.
We must halt this plu...
Go through, my children! The time of miracles is upon us.
Let us cast off sin and walk together to the Garden of the Lord....

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