A Human Strategy, Matt Berry aphorism 116

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Each time a truth falls from my night sky, it streaks across my horizon in a flame of wonder.  This falling too is not Truth, but the heart beats faster at the sight.  Our night is full of stars, fixed and persistent, but somehow we find ourselves wishing upon those which fall.






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