All living things are gnarly, in that they inevitably do things that are much more complex than one might have expected.
The world is magic. Science is but an insipid style of sorcery.
Now, being a science fiction writer, when I see a natural principle, I wonder if it could fail.
It's soothing to realize that my mind's processes are inherently uncontrollable.
Lately I’ve been working to convince myself that everything is a computation.
The simple process of eating and breathing weave all of us together into a vast four-dimensional array. No matter how isolated you may sometimes feel, no matter how lonely, you are never really cut off from the whole.