Dearest readers, The anticipation has, no doubt, tingled your senses, leaving you wondering where on Earth your next literary morsel from Ink-uilab has been. To the keen-eyed readers who might have noticed a delay in this dispatch, I say—let it go. Time is but an illusion, a fanciful social construct layered atop the unfathomable eternity of the cosmos. In lieu of an apology, I offer you an ancient grain of wisdom, harking from that primordial cradle of civilization, Mesopotamia (c. 3rd millennium BCE):
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A Quartet of Musical-Movies (Ch. 15)
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Dearest readers, The anticipation has, no doubt, tingled your senses, leaving you wondering where on Earth your next literary morsel from Ink-uilab has been. To the keen-eyed readers who might have noticed a delay in this dispatch, I say—let it go. Time is but an illusion, a fanciful social construct layered atop the unfathomable eternity of the cosmos. In lieu of an apology, I offer you an ancient grain of wisdom, harking from that primordial cradle of civilization, Mesopotamia (c. 3rd millennium BCE):