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Doing One's Utmost To Avoid Extremes

The god of this world is not wholly Wholly good or wholly evil. He does his best to avoid extremes. With his cornucopia he feeds the paying multitudes While the rest discreetly hunger. He nourishes, Admixing with good food insignificant, that is – as far as we can tell - insignificant Doses of toxin. We must say grace mindful That slightly poisoned food is better than none, and “In the long run,” as one archdeacon of economics said: “Who cares,?“ We’ll all be dead.” Progress was not made for man, but man Was made to serve progress. “What progress?” you ask. Ah, the answer to that is far, far, above us, Filed away on the fiftieth storey. By the way, don’t get too worried about that radio active leak! An expert has assured us we need expect Only a couple of extra cancer cases at most. And besides, don’t rock the boat No, the god of this world is not holy. Period.

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