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The world can be such a frightening place. It always scares me, sectarian violence. You-and-me-are-different violence (possibly, because I feel as different from everybody else as possible; so if it's really you-and-me-are-different, then that should be my brain-guts-blood scattered across a dirty road in Pakistan). It's so senseless and hurtful. I can understand the kind of rage that would drive someone to kill, sort of; but I'm thinking jealousy, I'm thinking anger, I'm thinking frustration, I'm thinking hate. This - killing because they're different, this I don't get. At all. At all at all. Thank god there is still some precious beauty in the world.
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"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."