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In Flight Convergence Serene, almost angelic, the lights of the city attend upon lumbering behemoths which screech their displeasure and say that nothing is certain, that nothing man dreams or ordains long endures his command. Here the streetlights that flicker and those burning steady seem one, from a distance; descend,- they abruptly part ways, so that nothing is one which at times does not suddenly blend into garish insignificance in the familiar alleyways, in the white neon flash and the billboards of convenience. And man seems the afterthought of his own brilliance as we thunder down the enlightened runways.
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