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Between now and then

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Once I was young.  Sometimes when I utter these words, I realize too late that the receiving person is older than me. I can be socially inept that way. People help me out, though, and tell me that I'm still young, and indeed, in their perspective, I might be. But once I really was young and even back then, I wanted to write books. I secretly wanted to anyway; my official life plan was to become a physicist and do research in Theoretical Physics. That sounds much better coming from a 22-year old with big ambitions. But when I read my old diari[...]