No man is lost while he yet lives.

After a few days, I mused, I would have no trouble. Whoever heard of a revolution of fat men?

At the earliest drawings of the fractal curve, few clues to the underlying mathematical structure will be seen.

Revenge could steal a man's life until there was nothing left but emptiness.

We are, finally, all wanderers in search of knowledge. Most of us hold the dream of becoming something better than we are, something larger, richer, in some way more important to the world and ourselves. Too often, the way taken is the wrong way, with too much emphasis on what we want to have, rather than what we wish to become.

Knowledge is awareness, and to it are many paths, not all of them paved with logic. But sometimes one is guided through the maze by intuition. One is led by something felt on the wind, something seen in the stars, something that calls from the wasteland to the spirit.

No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.