Words Are Such Gross Machinery, So Primitive

The Whole Universe Sat There, Open To The Man Who Could Make The Right Decisions.

In All Of My Universe I Have Seen No Law Of Nature, Unchanging And Inexorable. This Universe Presents Only Changing Relationships Which Are Sometimes Seen As Laws By Short-lived Awareness. These Fleshy Sensoria Which We Call Self Are Ephemera Withering In The Blaze Of Infinity, Fleeting Aware Of Temporary Conditions Which Confine Our Activities And Change As Our Activities Change. If You Must Label The Absolute, Use Its Proper Name: Temporary.

Mankind Has Only One Science… Its The Science Of Discontent.

Good Subjects Must Feel Guilty. The Guilt Begins As A Feeling Of Failure. The Good Autocrat Provides Many Opportunities For Failure In The Populace.

What Do Such Machines Really Do? They Increase The Number Of Things We Can Do Without Thinking. Things We Do Without Thinking-there’s The Real Danger.