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My neighbor has a circular driveway --
he can't get out.
The story goes, or so the story goes, that some unwise person asked some wise person what’s holding the world up, to which the wise person replied that the world sits on the back of a giant turtle, to which the unwise person asked on what is that turtle standing, to which the wise person replied, on the back of an even bigger turtle, to which the unwise person asked what that turtle was standing on, to which the wise person replied, “Don’t you get it? It’s turtles all the way down.”
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"Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!"
