(book by Arthur C. Clarke + a co-author..)
but who'd a thunk we could catch up with far-future imaginations, triggered merely by the juxtaposition of Two un-lovely picks out of three-hundred-million-plus humanoids?

While Nobody ever Does expect the Spanish Inquisition, I'm coming to believe that, many/perhaps most of my juvenile-Wonderings have already been near-decisively answered. :-/
[~~ Humans lie all the time, especially so-called-adults: to kids. Are homo-saps Really as unaware of their own psyches? are as gullible as we seem? ... and is this species-neurasthenia ever apt to be cured?? in any imaginable next.]
That last I doubt, officially.

Well you get the idea. There ARE waay-too-Many of us on this embattled planet (already preparing for Winning WW-III, wash, rinse). And the current crop of local fake-Legislators,
fake-Executive ... and fake-USSC (as fucking Approves Citizens United: knifing the faux-democratic-baby in its gizzard.]

Just maybe, then, I might be able to separate from ..umm, the Shit that's in a ballistic trajectory as we speak?



Carrion (Planet of?)