the climax of their journey is a showdown with IT, the cold and calculating disembodied intelligence that has cast a black shadow over the universe in its quest to make everyone behave and believe the same.

Once more, amid the breeze, the shouting, the slanting sunlight on the high mountain, was shed that glamour, that strange invisible light of friendship, adventure and content.

There&#39;s nothing in the world that isn&#39;t good, bad, and indifferent.

I don&#39;t think we ever clash but we do become frosty.

Written By Ann Wilson

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