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A Fable about Prediction
The night of the fourth of the fourth month was the fourth time Bro dreamt that the fourth doctor at number 444 Fourth Avenue on the fourth floor predicted Bro had but four weeks, four days and approximately four hours to live.
The condition was medically unsolvable. "A most difficult situation," consoled the medic.
So upon awaking what does Bro do to shrug off this depressing psychic datum?
Bro goes out and buys the number 4444 for four dollars and forty four cents.
Guess what?
Bro wins a fortune.
So guess what again.
Now Bro can't catch forty winks without a flutter.
Moral: Asleep or wakeful, Life is all perception.