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Werner Heisenberg

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We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from the another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take our breath away. Come... dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg. Come, dry your eyes. And let's go home.
--
Alan Moore, in lines for "Doctor Manhattan" in Watchmen (1987)

 
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