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| Ensign Sartre, we appear to be caught in some sort of vortex. What does the tricorder say? | |
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| Things are entirely what they appear to be--and behind them…there is nothing. | |
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| So what, is this a wormhole, a tear in the time-space continuum, an illusion? Help me out here. | |
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| An existant can never justify the existence of another existant. | |
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| I JUST WANT TO KNOW IF WE'RE GOING TO DIE OR NOT! | |
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| One always dies too soon--or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are--YOUR LIFE, and nothing else. | |
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