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There was a chance, at that early point, that everything would work itself out, and in the order and manner that I anticipated.

“Consequently, he exists…”

There was still a chance, although the situation was getting more complicated rather quickly, and dusk was falling.

“...but not through an existence other than his essence.”

Now one begins to wonder if it was not dusk all along, or even darkness.

“And similarly he lives…”

And so we come to our present juncture, which is formidable.

“...but not through life.”

There might be some dusty light, here.

“He is powerful…”

Or perhaps there is not.

“...but not through power.”

Regardless, I checked.

“He knows…”

Thus, naturally:

“...but not through knowledge.”


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