The problem with introspection is that it has no end.

You mean old books?" "Stories written before space travel but about space travel." "How could there have been stories about space travel before --" "The writers," Pris said, "made it up.

Where there's dope, there's hope!

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

If I'd known it was harmless, I'd have killed it myself!

Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally.

Can we consider the universe real, and if so, in what way?