I have often suspected, a human strategy, aphorism 503
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I have often suspected and it is only now beginning to prove itself true ... that I am not that “objective” creature I thought I was, but a puppy. I look around the trunk of the tree and eagerly chase that furry, happy tail until my indifferent master whistles me home again. I fly toward Him, happier than before, for I have no memory, not a very useful one anyway. Here we are again. I am the puppy. He is my master. And somehow I am uncontrollably happy with the situation.