The cosmic integral


...but thoughts, the slaves of life, and life, time's fool, and time, that takes survey of all the world, must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, but that the earthy and cold hand of death lies on my tongue. No Percy, thou art dust. And food for... for worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart!

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