The creature that wins against its environment destroys itself.

People are going to have to make themselves predictable, or the machines will get angry and kill them.

What is the pattern that connects the crab to the lobster and the primrose to the orchid, and all of them to me, and me to you?

Play is the establishment and exploration of relationship.

Most of us have lost that sense of unity of biosphere and humanity which would bind and reassure us all with an affirmation of beauty. Most of us do not today believe that whatever the ups and down of detail within our limited experience, the larger whole is primarily beautiful.

Logic cannot model causal systems, and paradox is generated when time is ignored [as in logic].

The map is not the territory (coined by Alfred Korzybski), and the name is not the thing named.