Inside Out

Hello World!

<p>And we begin.</p>

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> It is not growing like a tree > In bulk, doth make man better be, > Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, > To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere: > A lily of a day, > Is fairer far in May, > Although it fall and die that night; > It was the plant and flower of light. > **In small proportions we just beauties see,** > **And in short measures, life may perfect be.** > >

> — [Ben > Jonson](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_Jonson "Ben Jonson, English Poet") > >

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Let this be our guiding principle.