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I'm writing book number fifteen, who knows, maybe it's my last one.

Maybe I will lose my mind.

Or mabye I should simply fear less and play more, just as you.

Maybe you enjoy kindness, and if you do, maybe others do too.

Maybe we need war to appreciate peace.

Maybe Bill G is Jesus and Gandhiji was Satan.

Some think AI is nothing but a hype, maybe they're right.

Others say the universe was born in a big bang, maybe they're wrong.

Maybe time doesn't exist, maybe it's always now.

Maybe we're data, maybe in the end, none of this is real.

Maybe there is no end.

Maybe love wins.


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