The border between the Real and the Unreal is not fixed, but just marks the last place where rival gangs of shamans fought each other to a standstill.

O how the darkness do crowd up, one against the other, in ye hearts! What fear ye more that what ye have wroughten?

You're only infallible about your own nervous system. You know what's going on in your own nervous system, whatever realities you're creating out of the infinite flux of being. You don't know anything about anybody else's reality unless they tell you about it. You gotta listen very sympathetically in order to understand them. So it's a limited infallibility.

The final war will be between Pavlov's dog and Schoedinger's Cat.

Like what you like, enjoy what you enjoy, and don't take crap from anybody.

[My wife] liked to collect old encyclopedias from second-hand bookstores, and at one point we had eight of them. When I wrote my first historical novel---back in 1980, before I was online---I used them often as a research tool. For instance, I learned that the Bastille was either 90 feet high or 100 feet or 120 feet. This led me to formulate Wilson's 22nd Law: 'Certitude belongs exclusively to those who only look in one encyclopedia.'

The future is up for grabs. It belongs to any and all who will take the risk and accept the responsibility of consciously creating the future they want.