Now don't be miffed, or warpaint your face, and do not storm the Bastille or burn this book on a holy bonfire just yet... yes, I realize that everyone has been writing down the screen as usual, usual usual usual, down down down, dull dull dull and most dreary to the point of excruciatingly tortuous monotony... .............................................. so, let us, right here, adopt a completely wild supposition, for just for one moment in the great expanse of time, for one tiny tick of the wound-up cosmic clock, let us assume that there is a different choice that exists right in front of our eyes, and... ......................................................... and it was a choice never chosen, not ever considered before... never... by anyone in the history of mankind. Yes, that is where I'm taking you, out here... here, in this virgin digital ether, never before graced, defiled, or explored by a single human creature until now... ......................... So, what may we find here, a pretty picture? ............................................................................................... ............................................................ Well, what do you know! We can plop down a pretty picture way out here in binary outer space. ................................................. Let us assume, however, that we are still on earth, our feet on terra-firma, and we are standing in a field. Being adventurous spirits, we yearn for the woods to see what is within, and what is beyond... ...................................... now, going on an innovative, psychologically expanding, philosophical adventure may give you a hint as to who your tour guide is, but let us not spoil the mystery so soon; let us see what is around the next bend... .................................................. but, then again, if you are already missing the old crowd, and the usual profundity trickling down, down, down the screen, as if it were imprisoned on an 8-1/2 x 11 page in a freshly-spined bound anthology of the traditional paper pulp variety, then you may jump off this sideways shuttle, this bus into the sidereal void, even as it is moving; and you may trod back to more familiar grounds, but you will do so on your own; I think I will continue on for a while... ................................................................... ....................................................................................................... so, now that we have wormed our way through to this new realm, so distant from anything we have ever known, the question is, can we, even out here in this unlikely neverland, find metaphorical gobbledegook from poetic heartthrobs bleeding lemonade stands who chase echos from opium secrets levitating among drunken pole stars that cancel their party plans and form highly-vocalized synaptic connections with feather-dusted brains? We shall see, in good time, as we are humbled and deleted, edited and pasted, pinched and spiced and flavored with nutmeg, then sprinkled with birthday passion and consumed... .................................................................................. 194837461501928384711929384656583829191928273748484928346182826734848291910293846464838291010293837374646483829911029384864462934859820634129348172908561928347102938651092837410928561298347102938561298317419038619483746150static19283847119293846565838291919282737484849283461828267348482919102938464648382910102938373746464838299110293848644629348598206341293481729085619283471029386510928374109285612983471029385612983174190386 ........................................................................................ (well, after all, this IS a strange realm) I believe we just passed a multi-dimensional string... .......................................................................................... we can keep going sideway, even if we get hungry- for I see a diner just up ahead... ............................................................................ ........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 
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