Some ideas you have to chew on, then roll them around a lot, play with them before you can turn them into funky science fiction.
The churning of a human mind is unpredictable, as is the anatomy of the human heart.
Now, being a science fiction writer, when I see a natural principle, I wonder if it could fail.
Lately I’ve been working to convince myself that everything is a computation.
Unfortunately our nation, nay, our world, is run by evil morons.
I am, as it were, an eye that the cosmos uses to look at itself. The Mind is not mine alone; the Mind is everywhere.