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A cross between an aphorism and a blank-verse poem on belief and fear. |
| When I turned twenty I had stopped believing in God. When I turned thirty I had stopped fearing God. When I turned forty I had stopped believing in Man. Now I'm eagerly looking forward to my fiftieth Birthday ... ----------------------------------------------------------------- Claus Piculell, English version 22nd July 2007 |