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Burt looked around. There was the crazy man in red armor bouncing around, a large man swinging what looked like a side of unfortunate beef, another swinging an empty tankard and now empty stomach.. Now a flying woman..
Certainly the fates were having fun with Burt. This was one of the odder possibilities, and he had discounted it earlier when he learned all about it.. Who won this time?
He looked up in time to see the large bird that was going to cross the path of the flying woman and wondered if it would hit her like an earlier vision had dictated..
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
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