I think words operate like musical notes that the eyeball hears.
The mind has a mind of its own. It shows us pictures. Pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. This mind's mind exerts its own will, too, and has its own voice.
Reality is the page. Life is the word.
I think we think in terms of stories.
Courage is the highest quality for a soldier, but technology is a fine substitute.
Anticipating the end of the world is humanity's oldest passtime