Belief And Delusion Are Incestuous Siblings.

It Is So Much Easier To Deal With The Dead Than With The Living. The Dead Are Out Of The Way, Merely Characters From Stories About The Past, Never Again Unreadable, No Misunderstandings Possible, The Pain Coming From Them Stable And Manageable. Nor Do You Have To Explain Yourself To Them, To Justify The Fact Of Your Life.

Because Sometimes You Have No Control Over Life And It Keeps You Far Away From Who You Love.

One Of The Many Conditions That Have To Be Met For A Brain To Become A Mind, And Therefore Have Consciousness, Is 'the Analog I' Around Which All The Simultaneous Inflow Of Sensations And Stimulations Are Reflected And Organized.

What You Demand From Storytelling Is A Moral - Even Political - Import. I Tend To Shun That Didactic Aspect.

I Recognized Him Then; That Is, I Finally Comprehended What I Had Known But Had Never Been Able To Formulate: He Had Always Been Complete. He Had Finished The Work Of Becoming Himself, Long Before Any Of Us Could Even Imagine Such A Feat Was Possible.