BY HARRY HARRISON

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Illustrated by John Schoenherr

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good:
And, spite of pride, in erring reasons spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

Alexander Pope

Essay on Man


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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