From Michael Glickman
"Closer still to home, you can always be sure that the crop circle season is about to start by the way envy, gossip, vituperation and jealousy start to bubble to the surface. It is as reliable as the whistle that signals the imminent departure of the mail train.
What is it about us earthlings, and crop circle earthlings in particular, that makes us so insecure? How, faced with gifts of miracles, are we so consistently able to dredge the murkiest depths of our character? In the cosmic scheme of things, I imagine we are the prizewinners in the dysfunction stakes. And yes, to pre-empt the inevitable snipes, I do include myself here."
(The mail trains are no more, of course).
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