Come…dry your eyes. For you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly. Dry your eyes…and let’s go home.

— Dr. Manhattan

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Chapter 15, Page 15

Chapter 15, Page 15

July 9th, 2015