Either I've invented a whole new logic or, ahem, I'm not playing with a full deck.

The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?

I did not tell Fat this, but technically he had become a Buddha. It did not seem to me like a good idea to let him know. After all, if you are a Buddha you should be able to figure it out for yourself.

What they do not comprehend is man's helplessness. I am weak, small, of no consequence to the universe. It does not notice me; I live on unseen. But why is that bad? Isn't it that way? Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small... and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

But at least he can still see the lights below us. Although maybe for him it doesn't matter.

Everything is true,' he said. 'Everything anybody has ever thought.' 'Will you be all right?' 'I'll be all right,' he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.

It really seems to me that in the midst of great tragedy, there is always the horrible possibility that something terribly funny will happen.