Its hard to die. Harder to live

Context is to data what water is to a dolphin

In twentieth-century Old Earth, a fast food chain took dead cow meat, fried it in grease, added carcinogens, wrapped it in petroleum-based foam, and sold nine hundred billion units. Human beings. Go figure.

Love is nothing but lust misspelled.

All of our lives are governed by a certain degree of faith in bullshit.

It no longer matters who consider themselves the masters of events. Events no longer obey their masters.

War must never be a condition but, rather, a temporary scourge which we suffer as a child does a fever, knowing that health follows the long night of pain and that peace is health.