I am twenty one times ---3
I have ambition, ideas and a wealth of scholarly knowledge and the will to succeed.
I have been given the magic wagon,
my star is in the sky.
I need but slap the reins over the painted horses, and away i go!
I am the master of all I survey, I belong to it and I am part of it.
A fortunate cog in a miraculous machine, an atom shot from illimtale space to a magnetic body that is warm and reassuring.
There is no limit, or restrictions.
No bar to the wildest of my dreams.
I am only required to believe, to wait patiently for the crowning glory and the ultimate achievement.
What matters if deserts are plagued with a mirage or two?
Have I the presumption to doubt?
We are humane, but a great part of humanity is wollwing in the throes of wretchedness.
It is a great world, but an inconsistent world.
Shall I believe in a civilzation as it is or as it will be or a cililzation that exaggerates and is giving to me without question which is placed in my lap with fantistic promises, or shall I develop an overwhelimg sense of humor and just laugh at it all?
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