But it seems that something has happened that has never happened before: though we know not just when, or why, or how, or where.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not.
Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.
Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?
With out some kind of god, man is not very intresting