The Flick Fandango Phoney

Subconsciously, I think I had already prepared the ground for the new shade.  The leviathan that conceals its terrifying immensity in the murky depths of the ocean was my new familiar.

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Perhaps I had started too late on my new enterprise?

A man who has no belief in himself can expect none from others.

Others, who expect nothing, often have no beliefs.

Unexpected beliefs, often find a man (or a woman for that matter), who otherwise have started a new enterprise.

On board the Starship Enterprise, I expect that the characters will exhibit similar expectations and beliefs such as:   I wouldn't click "Here" if I were you.

But since I'm not you, I can make statements such as:

Ain't it cool, drinking the sticky sweet syrup of self-adulation?

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It might just suddenly end.   And you cannot do a thing about it.  "Captain, I cannot do a thing about it, I'm a giving her all she's got, but the warp core has been breached."   All you life been doing things, making things happen.  Making things possible.   The illusion of control.  And then poof, like a thief in the night.   Nothing happens.  I wonder what nothing would be like.   Is it the Flick Fandango Phoney?