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(In the words of Irina, a minor character of the story, a young girl who is sentenced to imprisonment in Siberia and knows that she will never return): "There's something I would like to understand. And I dno't think anyone can explain it. . . There's your life. You begin it, feeling that it's something so precious and rare, so beautiful that it's like a sacred treasure. Now it's over and it doesn't make any difference to anyone, and it isn't that they are indifferent, it's just that they don't know, they don't know what it means, that treasure of mine, and there's something about it that they should understand. I don't understand it myself, but there's something about it that should be understood by all of us. Only what is it? What? ↗
I had a dream the other night,” Prospect says. He looks at Lito. “You were in it.” “I was?” The young man is clearly flattered. “Yes, you were.” “What happened. In the dream?” “We were wandering through the cafeteria of Infinity in the middle of the night. It was dark and scary, so we opened a door and started climbing the stairs. The stairs went on forever but finally we got to the top. We were at a special place high above the city.” “Cool. Were there time travel machines and Cyborgs and cool shit like that?” “No Cyborgs. We were on the rooftop of Infinity. We looked out over the sparkling city. It was beautiful. We wanted to be part of it all. And so we did what we thought we had to do: we jumped.” “Oh man. Dang. Did we splatter on the sidewalk?” “We didn’t fall. We hovered. And then we flew.” “We flew? Sweet.” This is Prospect’s final gift to Lito. A story about the two of them. A story about the future. ↗
Here's the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That's what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, "They'll remember me now," but (a) they don't remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion. ... We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can't stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it's silly and useless--epically useless in my current state--but I am an animal like any other. Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we're not likely to do either. People will say it's sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it's not sad, Van Houten. It's triumphant. It's heroic. Isn't that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm. The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn't actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn't get smallpox. ... But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar. ... What else? She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. ↗
Finding oneself and one's path is like waking up on a foggy day. Be patient, and presently the fog will clear and that which has always been there can be seen. The path is already there to follow ↗
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(Background: Morgan is a female warrior looking for a fight. Adhémar is your garden variety male.) A man near the door leered at her. Adhémar immediately stepped in front of her, but Morgan pushed him aside. She looked at the man and smiled pleasantly. Ah, something to take her mind off her coming journey. "Did you say something?" she asked. "Aye," he said, "I asked it you were occupied tonight, but I can see you have a collection of lads here to keep you busy—" Adhémar apparently couldn't control his chivalry. He took the man by the front of the shirt and threw him out the door. The man crawled to his feet and started bellowing. Adhémar planted his fist into the man's face. The stranger slumped to the ground, senseless. Morgan glared at Adhémar. "You owe me a brawl," she said. "What?" he asked incredulously. "A brawl," Morgan said. "And it had best be a good one." "With me?" he asked, blinking in surprise. "I'd prefer someone with more skill, that I might not sleep through it, but you'll do." Paien laughed out loud and pulled him away. "Adhémar, my friend, you cannot win this one. Next time, allow Morgan her little pleasures. She cannot help the attention her face attracts, and thus she has opportunities to teach ignorant men manners. In truth, it is a service she offers, bettering our kind wherever she goes. ↗
Priceless things matter not for their value, but because they offer us an enduring reminder of stability and permanence. ↗
Electrol Specialties Company (ESC) is a small private diversified company having five different but related business groups within the company, they are: 1. Hygienic Equipment Group providing design and build services to Biotech, Pharma and food industries for custom equipment often to address automated cleaning of production equipment. In some cases ESC would design and build some of the production equipment as well. Some equipment requires software and programming which ESC provides as well. Final testing to equipment is done at ESC, referred to as a Factory Acceptance Test (FAT). 2. Custom Spray Devices Group designs and builds custom spray devices used in the cleaning of equipment; these are almost exclusively used by Biotech and Pharmaceutical Industries. 3. Process Consulting Group provides process design for facilities to effectively integrate cleaning into the production process to assure effective results that will meet government regulations and industry standards. 4. Electrical Assembly Group provides build to print electrical and electronic assembly primarily directed to the aviation industry for test stands and ground support equipment. 5. Water Jet Cutting Services. Our Cutting Edge Waterjet Group sells the service of cutting two dimensional shapes using high pressure water. The group services the internal needs as well as a significant outside customer base covering many industries from aerospace to defense. It has one of the largest cutting tables in the Midwest and has customers across the nation. It has its own website. ESC started this business 14 years ago. ↗
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A busy, vibrant, goal-oriented woman is so much more attractive than a woman who waits around for a man to validate her existence. ↗
In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds, but into my own. I learned who I was and who I wanted to be, what I might aspire to, and what I might dare to dream about my world and myself. More powerfully and persuasively than from the "shalt nots" of the Ten Commandments, I learned the difference between good and evil, right and wrong. A Wrinkle in Time described that evil, that wrong, existing in a different dimension from our own. But I felt that I, too, existed much of the time in a different dimension from everyone else I knew. There was waking, and there was sleeping. And then there were books, a kind of parallel universe in which anything might happen and frequently did, a universe in which I might be a newcomer but was never really a stranger. My real, true world. My perfect island. ↗
