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Phantom of Time is a gripping historic novel about an antagonist who has power to bring before men the appearance of their departed friends. The counterfeit is perfect; the familiar look, the words, the tone, are reproduced with marvelous distinctness. Many are comforted with the assurance that their loved ones are enjoying the bliss of heaven, and without suspicion of danger, they give ear “to seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils.”  The pretended visitants from the world of spirits sometimes utter cautions and warnings which prove to be correct. But is this really true? The Phantom of Time takes the reader centuries in the past literally digging in the graves for the answers.

its all about the love how you keep on opposite sex.Many make small things very happily and many wants to keep their ego.

Everyone reading this lives on Earth.
Everyone reading this has experienced being late, or early, or right on time.
Everyone reading this knows that a watched pot never boils.
And nobody knows how to really see life, for what it truly is.
This poem tells you how.

For young Bill, the one time child mathematical prodigy, life is good--very, very good. After graduation from one of the finest universities in the world, he and three of his fellow prodigies are hired by a private business consortium. The consortium consists of powerful individuals that are seeking an advantage in the world of business. What they are asking Bill and his friends to do is to create a machine that will clearly give them such an advantage, and in return have been promised riches and pleasures beyond any of their imaginations.

But one day, Bill, on a rest and relaxation period, receives a message from his three friends. The message asks him for an answer to a question by which the machine they successfully constructed can be tested for reliability. The question, however, is one that Bill finds annoying. It is a question for which he knows there is no truthful answer, and worse, goes well beyond the nature of science. The question also begins to wear on his conscious, and before long, something begins to make sour the sweet, sweet life he lives.

What that question is and how Bill arrives at the answer just might be found at The Happy Haven.

These drabble notes floated from a jester's harmonica and landed in the chimney of a dancing gnome. The fire burns eternal.

The clock will never stop ticking-and the people of Hootsville learn a very valuable lesson about the passage of time.

Where are all the ant farms, and aquariums, and sea monkeys of years gone by? What happens when an experiment is over? What becomes of it when interest wanes? Have you ever wondered “What if...”?

The unnamed writer talks about his life and his surroundings while at a doctors office. One thing that he finds particular is a young woman in the same room. Everything might just not be as it seems
(for more mature readers, some may find it more offensive than others but is not explicit, just expressive)

Phantom of Time is a gripping historic novel about an antagonist who has power to bring before men the appearance of their departed friends. The counterfeit is perfect; the familiar look, the words, the tone, are reproduced with marvelous distinctness. Many are comforted with the assurance that their loved ones are enjoying the bliss of heaven, and without suspicion of danger, they give ear “to seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils.”  The pretended visitants from the world of spirits sometimes utter cautions and warnings which prove to be correct. But is this really true? The Phantom of Time takes the reader centuries in the past literally digging in the graves for the answers.

its all about the love how you keep on opposite sex.Many make small things very happily and many wants to keep their ego.

Everyone reading this lives on Earth.
Everyone reading this has experienced being late, or early, or right on time.
Everyone reading this knows that a watched pot never boils.
And nobody knows how to really see life, for what it truly is.
This poem tells you how.

For young Bill, the one time child mathematical prodigy, life is good--very, very good. After graduation from one of the finest universities in the world, he and three of his fellow prodigies are hired by a private business consortium. The consortium consists of powerful individuals that are seeking an advantage in the world of business. What they are asking Bill and his friends to do is to create a machine that will clearly give them such an advantage, and in return have been promised riches and pleasures beyond any of their imaginations.

But one day, Bill, on a rest and relaxation period, receives a message from his three friends. The message asks him for an answer to a question by which the machine they successfully constructed can be tested for reliability. The question, however, is one that Bill finds annoying. It is a question for which he knows there is no truthful answer, and worse, goes well beyond the nature of science. The question also begins to wear on his conscious, and before long, something begins to make sour the sweet, sweet life he lives.

What that question is and how Bill arrives at the answer just might be found at The Happy Haven.

These drabble notes floated from a jester's harmonica and landed in the chimney of a dancing gnome. The fire burns eternal.

The clock will never stop ticking-and the people of Hootsville learn a very valuable lesson about the passage of time.

Where are all the ant farms, and aquariums, and sea monkeys of years gone by? What happens when an experiment is over? What becomes of it when interest wanes? Have you ever wondered “What if...”?

The unnamed writer talks about his life and his surroundings while at a doctors office. One thing that he finds particular is a young woman in the same room. Everything might just not be as it seems
(for more mature readers, some may find it more offensive than others but is not explicit, just expressive)