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Ad Infinitum Life is tenuous, hanging by a theory of strings. Quantum mechanics, P-branes, black holes and such things. It's far too much for me to compute. Am I really at the helm, steering my fate? At 3 AM I contemplate the M-theory and supergravity. Then I recall my husband saying, 'Whatever you do, don't think about infinity'. Hmmmmm. Does he does this to further torment me?
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