Liberties There's nothing Artificial about our Intelligence

Here goes; and there it went. It might stay gone. What next? Play faster with the quick and dead, with the tightened fist play looser: amplify the beggar in the chooser.   Cursed are we who lop the tops off trees to find heat’s name is written in the wood; cursed are we who know it’s hard to save the world from everyone  who wants to save the world. You do have to be good.