A secret universal census is in progress. What is the native tongue of the builders of the Tower of Babel? What is the birth rate in Tyre? the Death rate in Gomorrah? the life span in Sodom? Is there a righteous man? The angels are flying, doing a secret census before it's time to reveal the results.
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Contemplation on the history of mankind and human natureBirth sign: Not entered
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