No structure, even an artificial one, enjoys the process of entropy. It is the ultimate fate of everything, and everything resists it.
Philip K. DickHe felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside.
Philip K. DickThere was a beauty in the trash of the alleys which I had never noticed before; my vision seemed sharpened, rather than impaired. As I walked along it seemed to me that the flattened beer cans and papers and weeds and junk mail had been arranged by the wind into patterns; these patterns, when I scrutinized them, lay distributed so as to comprise a visual language.
Philip K. Dick