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September 17, 2006
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I look at science and I look at history. I look at you and I look at me. I look at these things and it is perfectly clear that in the scheme of things, I am nothing. I am insignificant; I am small. Not one thing I can or will say will make a difference. Call it pessimism; call it doubt. Call it what you will, but don't call it false. I am, you are, they are, not much more than a speck of dust in this infinite universe.
It's all so trivial. Why-no, how do I cope?
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