I have seen myself backward.

The Logos was both that which thought, and the thing which it thought: thinker and thought together. The universe, then, is thinker and thought, and since we are part of it, we as humans are, in the final analysis, thoughts of and thinkers of those thoughts.

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

In this dark world where he now dwelt, ugly things and surprising things and once in a long while a tiny wondrous thing spilled out at him constantly; he could count on nothing.

How'd you like to gaze at a beer can throughout eternity? It might not be so bad. There'd be nothing to fear.

My life and creative work are justified and completed by Blade Runner.

Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair.