Nobody gets beyond a petroleum economy. Not while there's petroleum there.

There is a certain solipsism to serious illness which claims all of one's attention as certainly as an astronomical black hole seizes anything unlucky enough to fall within its critical radius.

There is a fullness and calmness there which can come only from knowing pain.

It occurs to me that our survival may depend upon our talking to one another.

History viewed from the inside is always a dark, digestive mess, far different from the easily recognizable cow viewed from afar by historians.

Lovemaking seems all too absurd when described.

I'm very interested in the evolution of technology, and it's really the idea of artificial life which intrigues me, more than just intelligence - a new, evolving life form arising within our datasphere and coming into living relation with humanity.