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Connecting the Dots

 Before forgetting large portions of his previous life - Q had been an archivist - at the university -  collecting papers, artifacts, souvenirs, materials spanning the fields of politics, philosophy, psychology, sociology and theology... nowadays perhaps he would be labelled a hoarder - or at the very least a collector of papers - his concern was of course the problem of evil and suffering - of so-called failed or wasted life-spans - his method - to "connect the dots" and "map out all of the possibilities" of humans interacting with other humans...  Flash forward to the present time with Q explaining himself to Dr. Gregson about his preoccupation with the demographics of suffering - needing actual numbers and statistics on lives that end poorly... And Synderman his confidant - going on about the vision of clarity he acquired after his first stroke - travelling through the yellow tunnel and communing with angelic intelligences - We have no idea what labors are being expended on our behalf - was Synderman's mantra...By whom exactly Q would ask. By the entities - Synderman wouldn't call them angels. Toward what end Q wanted to know. Why such expenditures on their part?  For to hold everything in balance... The universe you see is a virtual minefield where at any moment people are liable to fall through the cracks...

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