But Lies Were What People Wanted; That

I Think The Us Is In A Terrible State Of Denial. Worse Than That, We Seem To Be Caught In A Kind Of Gotterdammerung Response: We'd Rather Have The World Go Down In Flames Than Change Our Lifestyle Or Admit We're Wrong.

There Was Nothing For It But To Pace Through Just Behind Or Ahead Of The Spooling Present That Was Never There, Caught In The Nonexistent Interval Between The Nonexistent Past And The Nonexistent Future.

It Was That Sort Of Sleep In Which You Wake Every Hour And Think To Yourself That You Have Not Been Sleeping At All; You Can Remember Dreams That Are Like Reflections, Daytime Thinking Slightly Warped.

And Because We Are Alive, The Universe Must Be Said To Be Alive. We Are Its Consciousness As Well As Our Own. We Rise Out Of The Cosmos And We See Its Mesh Of Patterns, And It Strikes Us As Beautiful. And That Feeling Is The Most Important Thing In All The Universe—its Culmination, Like The Color Of The Flower At First Bloom On A Wet Morning.

History Is A Wave That Moves Through Time Slightly Faster Than We Do.