“The spread of civilization may be likened to a fire; First, a feeble spark, next a flickering flame, then a mighty blaze, ever increasing in speed and power.”
And, having rolled out of bed, facing a morning of the mundane, I feel unnaturally energized, wondering as I walk from room to room, feed the cat, check the mail, if the fight for freedom and the metaphysical are the flint and steel to kindle the true spark of the revolution I crave. Thus I post a picture of Nikola Tesla and go about my business wondering, hoping. I have the strength to hold this thought and act upon it.
The secret word is More
And, having rolled out of bed, facing a morning of the mundane, I feel unnaturally energized, wondering as I walk from room to room, feed the cat, check the mail, if the fight for freedom and the metaphysical are the flint and steel to kindle the true spark of the revolution I crave. Thus I post a picture of Nikola Tesla and go about my business wondering, hoping. I have the strength to hold this thought and act upon it.
The secret word is More
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