We are all eaters of souls.
It no longer matters who consider themselves the masters of events. Events no longer obey their masters.
I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.
Sometimes ... dreams are all that separate us from the machines.
There is a fullness and calmness there which can come only from knowing pain.
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.