As usual, my head is aswirl (like “awash,” but a tad less rambunctious) with cogitations and ruminations about all the once-impossible things I’ve been exposed to recently. I feel like the White Queen in Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll, who famously said, “Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” All I can say is that she was an amateur of no account.
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