Context is to data what water is to a dolphin

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

Barbarians, we call them, while all the while we timidly cling to our Web like Visigoths crouching in the ruins of Rome's faded glory and proclaim ourselves civilized.

Pain and darkness have been our lot since the Fall of Man. But there must be some hope that we can rise to a higher level ... that consciousness can evolve to a plane more benevolent than its counterpoint of a universe hardwired to indifference.

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.

No book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned.