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“So you see, Nita, to some extent, all our interactions are manipulations of some sort or another. We're all playing a part, and how we deal with people is a trick to show them what part we want them to think we're playing." •pg.184 - Fabricio”

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When Villains Rise

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“…stand at the foot of a mountain and you may be impressed by how much greater it is than you in degree, how alien it is from you in kind. Climb that mountain and confront limits of endurance beyond which you thought yourself incapable, feel the relation between yourself and the mountain’s flora and fauna as part of one interdependent ecosystem, and discover how the experience of the mountain becomes part of you and changes who you are—then you may draw close to something like transcendence.” - B. T. Newberg”

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