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A fable about the ineffable
There was this reincarnating scientist who, in an earlier run in-and-out with Existence, chose to research 'the distribution of shin splints among desert tribes a-wandering away from Pharoah's chases'.
Needless to observe, he received no press during those difficult times, and his efforts passed into insignificance.
Now here he is again, reborn in a firm and concrete joggers' City, and Irony in sneakers, he cannot remember the smallest detail of those exhausting excursions for private or public comment.
MORAL: For some times the ideas have gone.