This might be one way to start talking about differences between the early postmodern writers of the fifties and sixties and their contemporary descendants.

If you worship power, you will feel weak and afraid, needing ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay.

Scenery is here. Wish you were beautiful.

I'd tell you all you want and more, if the sounds I made could be what you hear

The real irony is that the view of infinity as some forbidden zone or road to insanity - which view was very old and powerful and haunted math for 2000+ years - is precisely what Cantor's own work overturned. Saying that infinity drove Cantor mad is sort of like mourning St. George's loss to the dragon: it's not only wrong but insulting.

Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.

The fun of reading as "an exchange between consciousnesses, a way for human beings to talk to each other about stuff we can't normally talk about."