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.

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

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

The shortest route to courage is absolute ignorance.

How could anyone stay sane with entire lifetimes stored in one human mind?

Life doesn't retreat.

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.