The universe is computing its own destiny.

Writing comes into being to retain information across time and across space. Before writing, communication is evanescent and local; sounds carry a few yards and fade to oblivion. The evanescence of the spoken word went without saying. So fleeting was speech that the rare phenomenon of the echo, a sound heard once and then again, seemed a sort of magic.

As soon as the printing press started flooding Europe with books, people were complaining that there were too many books and that it was going to change philosophy and the course of human thought in ways that wouldnt necessarily be good.

Neither technology nor efficiency can acquire more time for you, because time is not a thing you have lost. It is not a thing you ever had.

Vengeful conquerors burn books as if the enemy's souls reside there, too.

When information is cheap, attention becomes expensive.

We say that time passes, time goes by, and time flows. Those are metaphors. We also think of time as a medium in which we exist.