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“Aye There Lies The Rub”: So In This Hamlet Of No Return Called ‘World Of The Wise Men Of Gotham’ Only But Be Bed-Ridden By The Un-Wise Of Bottom My Small Wisdom But Swore Faintly; “Never Truly Grow-Up”! ’Twas Destiny That Born Myopic Forced Me To Imagine. Thus Truth ’N Purity Came To Grasp: It A Day Dawned That “Dirt Were You Born To Returnest To Dirt” … Empty-Handed Come ’N Empty-Handed Gone … Thus Lil By Lil Formed A Philosophy: “You Only Gain What You Give” … Help Humanity; Not Your Own Self-Self! Learning Thus So Early That Seeing Was Un-Truth … Lampions Big Of Light Blinking ’N Flickering So Blown-Up In Multi-Fluid Colours In The Deep Depths Of The Cosmos’ … Factually Were Else-Things In The Else-Where? Questions To Be Posed ’N Answered: Allowing The Use Of Other Senses Like Sounds Taste Smell ’N Movements To Re-Construct The Feasible Probable Reality; Intuitively Analysing The Crayoneed Cricks ’N Cracks Of Chalky Traits I Justly Heard The Black-Board Talk Back To Me: ’N Revealed By ‘?¶Ag?C The Writing On The Wall …