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No organist played a Magnificat but the wind in the flue chimney, no choir sang a Nunc Dimittis but the withering gulls, yet I fancy the Creator was not displeazed.

List'n, savages an Civ'lizeds ain't divvied by tribes or b'liefs or mountain ranges, nay, ev'ry human is both, yay. Old Uns'd got the Smart o' gods but the savagery o' jackals, an' that's what tripped the Fall. Some Savages what I knowed got a beautsome Civ'lized heart beatin' in their ribs. Maybe some Kona. Not 'nuff to sayso their hole tribe, but who knows one day? One day.

"One day" was only a flea o' hope for us.

Yay, I mem'ry Meronym sayin', but fleas ain't easy to rid.

I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.

[...] If losers can xploit what their adversaries teach them, yes, losers can become winners in the long term.

[...] Smart'n'Civ'lize ain't nothin' to do with the color o' the skin, nay.

That love loves fidelity [...] is a myth woven by men from their insecurities.

What is "poker"?

A card game where abler liars take money off less able liars.

I became a scientist because... it's like panning for gold in a muddy torrent. Truth is the gold.

Anything is true if enough people believe it is.

Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbors share your conscience.

Your version of the truth is the only one that matters.

Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.

Fantasy. Lunacy.

All revolutions are, until they happen, then they are historical inevitabilities.