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and crush his nuts? The emergence of a Hitler isn't a profound case against the monsters, but against us. It means that we are blind or can't duck, too mired in process to say the obvious, too polite to scream out in disgust, or too tainted to act. So. Karl? Karl was just another one of nature's negative extremes. Pure. That's not the question. The real question asks how could a sweet girl like Julie descend from such exudate? How? Easy. If you haven't figured it out yet, we are talking about the very fabric of existence, of time, of history, of change, of everything - chaos. Period. Chaos just tosses out stars and shit with equal facility. Chaos pitches. We hit. Sliders, let up, curves, fast balls, you never know where balls are coming from or who has them. You don't get to ask why. Chaos doesn't listen. Listen? Listen, as in alive? Yes. Chaos isn't some physicist's numerology. It is alive, palpably alive. You can tell it is alive because it has a weird sense of humor. A perfect child Julie from a festering sore called Karl. Then throw in a small kid next door for real cosmic entertainment, a little boy who thinks it is his job to fix the defects in the continuum. Karl is as defective as continuum can get. There is no apprenticeship for ass kicking continuum fixers. The kid was on his own. Now you just know that somewhere out there, there is somebody who has a tally of how many continuum fixers were eaten alive in failed attempts. There's got to be a score. Some geek has an estimate of how many insects there are. Somebody knows exactly how many flip top lids were flipped. Somebody, you just know, has the exact number - the odds - that a kid with a conscience right of the hump living next door to a left of the hump devil, will die because of that proximity. Probably, it is better for our sanity that we don't know.