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Cziltang wanders the trackless wastes in search of truth, beauty and personal enlightenment. He had tried to be self-sufficient, growing his own ideas, but they withered and died in the great intellectual drought that gripped the land in his youth. One day, as he gazed at the parched landscape around him, he realized that somewhere there must be ideas growing. Somewhere, rational discourse must still survive. Since that day, he has searched for a mythical land of fields and forests of living ideas. Now and again he finds a thought or two in the rubble of an occasional deserted outpost of civilization. Its a hard way to live and its not much of a life, but that's just how it is, out here in the
Ratlands Annotated Archives
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Annotated Archive Pages are arranged by Month.
Months for which there are annotated archives are listed as links to the left. Wherever possible, there is a
title and a brief synopsis of the post. If the post is really short and I post the entire post, rather than a
synopsis, I will indicate so (but I'm not going to try to transfer the links - you will have to go to the post for that.
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