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Years ago, I knew how 'effective' you would become. I could see the sharpness. I know that sometimes you might wonder, since you've been playing The Game so well for so long now. But it seems you have a pretty good 'plan.'

Where does it connect to 'what you want,' 'where you are'? These, I think, are its anchors. And then, one day, it might carry you to where you want to go.

I am in the grip of something stranger. I have an 'agenda.' Something vaster than a plan, and much less easier to understand. It's larger than me, and I'm fairly sure I've skipped making a good plan. But it's a thing that keeps creating its own plans, illuminating paths from point to point.

What I want has become an eternal compass for me. Under everything else, it keeps pulling. If I were deaf and blind I would still attempt to move toward it. And you know where I am.

If you're sharp enough, you can cut through everything in your way. What will you find if you cut through a great many illusions along the way? Are they illusions?

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"It's a hell of a thing, killing a man. You take away all he's got...and all he's ever gonna have." -Unforgiven
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Well, that's about my pace. I'm out of 'good' ideas, so I guess I'll just ride on out. I wonder if one day I'll be able to make anything good out of this. That's my hope.

Climactic or not, this is the end of my journey in the West. T_____ chapter complete.