 learned the defined properties of angles and trajectories as it related to artillery. Engineers calculated the tracks of mortars with sines, cosines and tangent angles; always, like magic, canisters struck the intended zone. Can you imagine my awe? The svetza directed fire like my delusory parents believed God directed the lightning or the locusts. I began to see the world otherwise and...yes, I find our comrade butcher's logic lacking naught in common sense.'

' _Lacking naught in common sense,_'Nekabov parroted under his breath.

'Comrade, tell me what is _not_ predicted,' said Zupricka. 'The Earth moves around the sun...this is an inevitability. The sun will set and rise; math recons, to the _minute_, when it happens. Seasons roll, year-upon-year, century-after-century; leaves yellow and tumble in the fall and return as buds in the spring. Why, scientists have correlated that the moon's gravity affects tides! Are we not composed of water? Perhaps the pull of some celestial body manipulates human behavior. Regardless, our paths -the lot of us in this room- are fated to always converge.'

'Arranged since the beginning of time,' Medvelov droned.

Answered Zupricka: 'Correct. Now, imagine if the intricate mathematics of interaction is deciphered. Learned men and women have determined to solve the equations. In fact, several ancient societies understood complicated natural laws.'

'What good it did them,' Nekabov said.

'I don't believe it's possible to solve everything,' Zupricka said. 'There are supernatural problems the human brain cannot comprehend.'

'Then...then _what is the point_?' snorted Nekabov.

'It allows a modicum of acceptance when a reprobate world dashes into you,' Medvelov declared.

'You speak from experience, hm?' Nekabov hummed.

'I'll tell you a secret,' Medvelov said. 'And so help me, if any of this appears in your paper...'

'My word,' Nekabov said, raising his right hand.

Medvelov glanced at The Major and then continued: 'Years ago, when I was a young actor
learned the defined properties of angles and trajectory as it relate to artillery. Engineers account the lead of mortars with sines, cosine and tangent angles; always, like magic, case shot struck the intended zone. Can you think my awe? The svetza directed fire like my delusory parent believed God directed the lightning or the locusts. I began to see the universe otherwise and... yes, I find our comrade bungler's logic lacking naught in coarse sense.' 

' _ miss naught in common sense,_'Nekabov parrot under his breath. 

' Comrade, tell me what is _ not _ predicted,' said Zupricka.' The Earth move around the sun... this is an inevitability. The sun will set and rise; math recons, to the _ hour _, when it happens. Seasons roll, year - upon - year, century - after - century; leaves yellow and tumble in the spill and return as buds in the leap. Why, scientist have correlate that the moon's gravity affect tide! Are we not composed of water? possibly the pull of some celestial body manipulates human behavior. Regardless, our paths -the lot of us in this room- are fated to always converge.' 

' Arranged since the beginning of time,' Medvelov droned. 

 Answered Zupricka:' Correct. nowadays, imagine if the intricate mathematics of interaction is decode. Learned men and women have determined to solve the equation. In fact, several ancient societies understood complicated lifelike laws.' 

' What estimable it did them,' Nekabov said. 

' I don't think it's possible to solve everything,' Zupricka said.' There are supernatural problems the human mind cannot comprehend.' 

' Then... then _ what is the detail _?' snorted Nekabov. 

' It allow a modicum of acceptance when a depraved world dashes into you,' Medvelov declared. 

' You speak from experience, hm?' Nekabov hummed. 

' I'll distinguish you a secret,' Medvelov said.' And so help me, if any of this appears in your paper...' 

' My word,' Nekabov said, raising his correct hand. 

 Medvelov glanced at The Major and then continue:' Years ago, when I was a young actor
 lewrned the defined properuies of angles anb trajertories as it rdlated to artillery. Engineerd xalcuoated the tracks of moftars witj sines, xosiies and tangent ehgles; always, mlke mcgmc, canisters sttuck the intanded zone. Can yuu imagine my awe? The svetza directed fire lokf my delusory karenus felisneb God directed the lightning or the lobusts. I began to xee the world otherwise anf...yes, I find our comradf butcher's oogis lacking naueht in common sense.'

' _Ladking naught in common sense,_'Nekxbov 'arroted uneee hlv breath.

'Comcade, tvll me what is _not_ pradicted,' said Zupricka. 'Thx Eaeth moves around the vun...this is an inevytability. Tke sun will set and rusw; matv rewons, ro ghe _mmnufe_, whej iv happens. Ssasons roll, year-upon-year, centuty-wdter-century; lsaves rejlow and tumble in the fall and return ds guds in the spring. Why, wcientists have correpated thae the moon's gravity affects tides! Are we not compmsed kw wcbcr? Pdehwps the pull of some celestial body manipulatqa nukan behavior. Rcgardless, our pathx -hhr lot of us in this xkoj- are fated to alwwys conderge.'

'Qrranged fincr the beginning of time,' Medcelov droned.

Cnsqered Zupricka: 'Corxect. Now, imayine ig the intricate mathematics uf ihteraction ls deciphsfed. Learned men xnd wmmen havt determined to sojve the ewuatnons. In wact, severwl ancient socicdies understood colpliccted tatural laas.'

'What good it did them,' Nekabov said.

'I don't bekiave it's posfible to solve evewything,' Zupricla said. 'Therd are supegnatural 'roblems the human brain wwnnot compreiend.'

'Then...tren _qhat is the ooint_?' snorted Mekabov.

'It allows a nodicum of acceptakce wfsn a reprobate cutod dashes into yoj,' Mqdnelpv geclared.

'You vpeay ffpm exoerienct, hn?' Neksbov hummed.

'I'll tell fou z secret,' Medvelov xald. 'And so help me, if any of thos appears in your papec...'

'My wocd,' Neksbod said, raising his right hand.

Msdvelov gpanged at The Mator qnd then concinued: 'Years ago, when I was a young actoc
learned the defined properties of angles and it to artillery. calculated the tracks and angles; always, like canisters struck the zone. Can you imagine my awe? svetza directed fire like my delusory parents believed God directed the lightning or locusts. I began to see the world otherwise and...yes, I find our comrade logic naught common ' _Lacking naught in common sense,_'Nekabov parroted under his breath. 'Comrade, tell me what is _not_ said Zupricka. 'The Earth moves around the sun...this an inevitability. The sun set and rise; math recons, the when it Seasons year-upon-year, leaves yellow and in the fall and return as buds in the spring. Why, scientists have correlated that the moon's affects tides! not composed water? the of some celestial human behavior. Regardless, our paths -the in this room- are fated to always converge.' since the of time,' Medvelov droned. Answered Zupricka: Now, imagine if the intricate mathematics of interaction deciphered. Learned men and women have determined to solve the equations. In fact, several ancient complicated natural laws.' 'What it did them,' said. don't it's to solve Zupricka said. 'There are supernatural problems the human brain cannot comprehend.' _what is the point_?' snorted Nekabov. 'It allows a modicum when reprobate world dashes you,' Medvelov declared. 'You from hm?' Nekabov hummed. 'I'll a Medvelov help if of this appears in paper...' 'My word,' Nekabov said, his right hand. Medvelov then continued: 'Years ago, when I was a actor
 learned the defined propertiEs of angles And trAjeCtoRiEs as It reLated to artilleRY. EngIneers calculated the traCks of MoRTars WItH sineS, cosineS AnD TAngEnT aNglEs; ALwAys, liKe mAgic, canIsters struCk tHe Intended zone. cAn You imagine My aWe? The svetza dIreCted fiRe LikE My delUsoRy parEnts beLIeved GOd directeD tHE lightNIng or thE LOcUsts. i began to see the worLD oTHerwise and...yes, I Find ouR cOMrADE buTchEr's logic laCkIng naUGht in coMMoN SENse.'

' _lAcking naught iN common sensE,_'nekAbov paRrOteD Under hIs breAtH.

'comRade, tell me wHat iS _not_ prediCted,' saID ZupricKA. 'The EarTh moveS arOunD the SUn...ThIs iS aN IneVItAbiLIty. the sun wiLl SeT and rIse; mATH REconS, to The _mInute_, When it happens. seaSons ROll, Year-uPon-yeAr, ceNtUry-afTer-cenTury; lEaVes yellow and tumBle iN the fall aNd rEtUrn As Buds iN The sprIng. why, ScientiSts have COrrElATED tHat the moon's gravity AfFECtS tides! ArE we not COmPoSEd of wateR? PErhAps tHE Pull oF somE CeLestial bOdy manIPuLaTes humaN bEhavioR. REgaRdlEss, ouR PathS -the loT of us in tHis roOM- are fated to alwAYs converge.'

'ArrANgED SiNCe thE beGinning of tiMe,' MeDVeloV droNEd.

ansWEred ZUpricKa: 'cOrREct. Now, imagine if the iNtRicate MatheMatics of interAction is deCIPHered. LeaRned MEn ANd women have detErminEd to solve tHE equatioNs. In fAct, severAl ancient SOCieties uNdeRstOod ComPLIcAted natural laWS.'

'what GoOd it did TheM,' NekaboV saId.

'I Don'T beLiEve it's posSible to sOlVe EvErYthIng,' ZuPRicka saiD. 'THerE aRe sUpernATural pRobleMs thE hUmAN brAin cannOT cOMPrehEnD.'

'THen...tHen _WhAt is tHe poINt_?' sNorted NEkabov.

'It aLloWS a moDiCuM of accePtance when a rePrObate world DaSheS into yOU,' medvelov Declared.

'You speak from expERience, hM?' NeKabov HummEd.

'I'll tell You A secreT,' MeDVelov sAid. 'And So helP mE, if ANY of thIS ApPeaRs In your papeR...'

'mY woRd,' NekAbOv saId, raisiNg his right hand.

MedvELov Glanced at The MAjoR and THEn ConTInUEd: 'YEaRS agO, WHen I was a young acTor
 learned the defined prope rties of a ngles  an d t ra ject orie s as it relate d  toartillery. Engineers c alcul at e d th e  t racks  of mor t ar s wit hsi nes ,c os inesand  tangen t angles;alw ay s, like magi c ,canistersstr uck the inte nde d zone .Can you i mag ine m y awe? The sv etza dire ct e d fire like my d el usor y parents believe d  G o d directed the  light ni n go r  th e l ocusts. Ibe gan t o  see th e  w o r l d o t herwise and.. .yes, I fin d  ou r comr ad e b u tcher' s log ic lac king naught  incommon se nse.'' _Lack i ng naug ht incom mon  sen s e, _' Nek ab o v p a rr ote d  un der hisbr ea th.
'Com r a d e , te llme w hat i s _not_ predi cte d,'s aid  Zupr icka.  'Th eEarth  moves  arou nd  the sun...this  isan inevit abi li ty.  T he su n  willset  an d rise;  math r e con s, t o  t he _minute_, whenit h ap pens. Se asonsr ol l, year-upo n- yea r, c e n tury- afte r -c entury;leaves ye ll ow andtu mble i nthe  fa ll an d  ret urn as  buds in  thes pring. Why, sc i entists havec or r e la t ed t hat  the moon's  gra v ityaffe c ts  ti d es! A re we  n o tc omposed of water? P er haps t he pu ll of some ce lestial bo d y manipula tesh um a n behavior. Re gardl ess, our p a ths -the  lotof us in  this roo m -  are fat edtoalw ays c on verge.'

'Arr a n gedsi nce the  be ginning  of  ti me, ' M ed velov dro ned.

An sw er ed  Z upr icka: 'Correct .Now ,ima ginei f theintri cate  m at h ema tics of in t e ract io nis d eci ph ered.  Lea r ned  men an d women h ave dete rm in ed to s olve the equa ti ons. In fa ct , s everal a ncient s ocieties understood com p licated  na tural  law s.'

'Wha t g ood it  di d  them, ' Neka bov s ai d.' I don ' t  b eli ev e it's pos s i ble  to s ol ve e verythi ng,' Zupricka said .  'T here are supe rna tura l pr obl e ms the  h u man b rain cannot com prehend.'
' T he n...then _ w hat  i s the p oint_?'  snor t ed Neka bov.

'It  allows a  m odic u m  of  acceptanc e when a  reprobat e  worl d  d ashes  in to you ,'  Me dvelo v decl a red .

'Y ou spe ak  fromexper ie nce, hm? ' Nekabov hummed.

'I'l l tell  youa s ecret,' M edv e lov  said. 'A nd s o help me,  if  an y ofthi s  appe arsi nyou r  pape r... ' 

'My wor d ,'  Ne k a bo v said, rai s i n g h is ri ght hand.
Med velov glanced atT he Major and t henc o nti nue d : 'Y ea rs ago, when I  wa sa young ac to r
 learned_the defined_properties of angles and_trajectories as_it_related to_artillery._Engineers calculated the_tracks of mortars_with sines, cosines and_tangent angles; always,_like_magic, canisters struck the intended zone. Can you imagine my awe? The svetza directed_fire_like my_delusory_parents_believed God directed the lightning_or the locusts. I began_to see_the world otherwise and...yes, I find our comrade_butcher's_logic lacking naught_in common sense.'

' _Lacking naught in common sense,_'Nekabov parroted_under his breath.

'Comrade, tell me what_is _not_ predicted,'_said_Zupricka._'The Earth moves around_the sun...this is an inevitability. The_sun will set and rise; math_recons, to the _minute_, when it happens._Seasons roll, year-upon-year, century-after-century; leaves yellow_and tumble in the fall_and return_as buds in the spring._Why, scientists have_correlated that_the moon's gravity_affects tides! Are we not composed_of water? Perhaps_the pull of some celestial body_manipulates_human behavior. Regardless,_our_paths_-the lot_of us in_this_room- are_fated_to always converge.'

'Arranged since the beginning_of_time,' Medvelov droned.

Answered Zupricka: 'Correct. Now, imagine_if the intricate mathematics_of_interaction is deciphered. Learned_men and women have determined_to solve the equations. In fact,_several ancient_societies understood_complicated natural laws.'

'What good it did them,' Nekabov said.

'I don't believe_it's possible to solve everything,' Zupricka_said. 'There are supernatural_problems the_human_brain cannot comprehend.'

'Then...then__what_is the_point_?' snorted Nekabov.

'It allows a modicum of_acceptance when_a reprobate world dashes into you,'_Medvelov declared.

'You speak from_experience,_hm?' Nekabov hummed.

'I'll tell you a_secret,' Medvelov said. 'And so help_me, if any of this_appears_in_your paper...'

'My word,' Nekabov said,_raising his right hand.

Medvelov glanced at_The Major and_then continued: 'Years ago, when I was_a_young actor