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Is the disorder

of the world, our

world, the only one

we know, incurable?

Can our world be reborn,

remolded, refurbished?

Do we build castles in

the sand, only to have

them destroyed by entropy?

Can we only fortify or create

enclaves?  Is the world ever

bothersome?  The passionate

person should not even ask

these questions.  Most do not.

All that is present, is fulfilled,

is within the world (where else?):

thus the world, our world, must be

taken with utter, unalterable seriousness.
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