The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.
For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.
My own survival required me to counterbalance interesting with invisible.
I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.
It is permissible to be the god of your own metaphors.
Was it probably true that reasoning beings were equal? It seemed more like a belief than a fact, even if I agreed with it. If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at point of illogic, an article of faith?