There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

Whom the gods notice they destroy.

Those who refused to respond to the new stimulus would perish. Adapt or perish.

No man is infinitely strong; for every creature that runs, flies, hops or crawls there is a terminal nemesis which he will not circumvent, which will finally do him in.

Each of us assumes everyone else knows what he is doing. They all assume we know what we are doing. We don't.

I am Ubik. Before the universe was, I am. I made the suns. I made the worlds. I created the lives and the places they inhabit; I move them here, I put them there. They go as I say, then do as I tell them. I am the word and my name is never spoken, the name which no one knows. I am called Ubik, but that is not my name. I am. I shall always be.

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