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The tree of knowledge

Maybe that's the original sin. We create prosperity for our children but they demand more or know of more. What they have, becomes a minimum. Look at the 50's baby boomers. The hippies. The eighties. The computers. The cells. The self-park cars. The electric car is the closest to using knowledge for the better. Well, there are lots of them but the electric car is my favorite.

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