The time would converge
and passed with only one moment. So would a life.
A baker might dreamt of
becoming a teacher and an ironsmith all at a time.
But he would only become
a baker. He chose the path.
Down in the realm of
mighty Boston, a boy was growing up.
He saw colors patching
up every bit of reality.
He saw mapping.
And he enjoyed it with a
pack of tobacco in a pipe.
His goal might only be a
happiness.
But he chose to use
science to obtain it.
He chose the serene
path.
The serene path unique
in its own way.
'Albert!' said a voice
of a woman.
The boy turned over.
Another night with
another lady... will it be a brand new start?
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