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		<description><![CDATA[Wonder this time where she&#8217;s gone, 
Wonder if she&#8217;s gone to stay 
Ain&#8217;t no sunshine when she&#8217;s gone 
And this house just ain&#8217;t no home anytime she goes away. 

	&#8211; Bill Withers]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Marcel Mouly: Spanish Balcony

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		<description><![CDATA[The faculty of faith is not meant to kill the faculty of criticism and the instinct of curiosity, but rather to keep them keen and alive, and prevent them dying of despair. Faith is the mark of those who seek and keep on seeking, who ask and keep on asking, who knock and keep on [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[[Short.]

	There was nothing left to do but to try it for real. Perhaps, when it &#8220;went down&#8221; as it did, it could have happened differently, but it happened the way it happened. The battle was more of a skirmish, really, between two technological equals, relatively speaking &#8212; both were using armor plated robots in the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2010/03/13/1349/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[In my soul, I have drunk of sorrow, the blue coolness that seeped through all my chest; I have tasted the emptinesses that were sharp, and those that were dull, the black tastes of those nothings. I cannot say that these were friends of mine, but I might feel that I know them well, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2010/03/10/1348/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[God is a love singularity.]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2010/03/07/1347/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[All that is new has already been done.
All that is old is new once again.
This is the mystery of time.
The end is a beginning.
To begin is a change.
To change is to be.
Time is its void.]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2010/03/07/1346/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Pain is certain, suffering is optional.
&#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#8211; Buddha

	Power corrupts. Absolute power is kind of neat.
&#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#8211; John Lehman

	While we are postponing, life speeds by. 
&#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#8211; Lucius Annaeus Seneca

	I don&#8217;t really trust a sane [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2010/03/04/1345/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Whatever happened 
To Tuesday and so slow 
Going down the old mine 
With a transistor radio 
Standing in the sunlight laughing, 
Hiding behind a rainbow&#8217;s wall, 
Slipping and sliding 
All along the water fall, with you 
My brown eyed girl, 
You my brown eyed girl

	&#8211; Van Morrison]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Marcel Duchamp: The Bride

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