We’ll all say that. We’ll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it’s all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we’ll be here, and we’ll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces.

An excess of reason is itself a form of madness

None of us know our real names.

Logic was to cognition as geometry was to landscape

Money equals power; power makes the law; and law makes government.

It's fragile what we know. It's gone every time we forget. Then someone has to learn it all over again.

The idea that each corporation can be a feudal monarchy and yet behave in its corporate action like a democratic citizen concerned for the world we live in is one of the great absurdities of our time—