I am the bridge between the bleeding edge and the dead center. I stand between the Wizard of Oz and the man behind the curtain. I am the curtain.

If the rest of your brain were conscious, it would probably regard you as the pointy-haired boss from Dilbert

Stars, everywhere. So many stars that I could not for the life me understand how the sky could contain them all yet be so black.

Brains are survival engines, not truth detectors.

People aren't rational. We're not thinking machines, we're - we're feeling machines that happen to think.

Humans didn't really fight over skin tone or ideology; those were just handy cues for kin-selection purposes. Ultimately it always came down to bloodlines and limited resources.

Not even the most heavily-armed police state can exert brute force to all of its citizens all of the time. Meme management is so much subtler; the rose-tinted refraction of perceived reality, the contagious fear of threatening alternatives.