Its hard to die. Harder to live

We are not the only avatars of humanity. Once our computing machines achieved self-consciousness, they became part of this design.

Each heart has its graveyard, each household its dead, And knells ring around us wherever we tread, And the feet that awhile made our pathway so bright Pass on to a land that is out of our sight.

Human beings have only that confusing mass of chemically driven neurological storage to rely on. They're all subjective and emotion-tinged. How can they trust any of their memories?

Its hard to die. Harder to live

Words were like objects, making the idea more solid -- less a poisonous gas and more a ... cube of crystallized thought.

If everyone could understand the working of a psychopath's mind, we undoubtedly would be closer to insanity ourselves.