But Lies Were What People Wanted; That

You Could Never Teach Other People Anything That Mattered. The Important Things They Had To Learn For Themselves, Almost Always By Making Mistakes, So That The Lessons Arrived Too Late To Help. Experience Was In That Sense Useless. It Was Precisely What Could Not Be Passed Along In A Lesson.

The Word Of God Came Down To Man As Rain To Soil, And The Result Was Mud, Not Clear Water. (bistami) Pg. 128

Easier To Destroy The World Than To Change Capitalism Even One Little Bit.

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.

The Sky Itself Is The Eighth Color Of The Rainbow, Spread Over The Whole Sky For Us, All The Time.