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An assumption develops that you cannot understand life, and live life simultaneously. I do not agree entirely, which is to say I do not exactly disagree. I would say that life understood, is life lived. But the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love and make love... to the paradoxes that bug me. And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion. Before you drift off, don't forget. Which is to say, remember, because...