One of the most difficult things for a writer in this business to accept is the uncertain fate of one's work.
We all live every day in virtual environments, defined by our ideas.
We think we know what we are doing. We have always thought so.
Reality is always greater - much greater - than what we know, than whatever we can say about it.
Power is neither male or female.
The rock, for its part, is not even aware of our existence because we are alive for only a brief instant of its lifespan. To it, we are like flashes in the dark.