It Started 25 Years Ago, When I

Poets Are The Mad Midwives To Reality. They See Not What Is, Nor What Can Be, But What Must Become.

We Are Not The Only Avatars Of Humanity. Once Our Computing Machines Achieved Self-consciousness, They Became Part Of This Design.

... All Good Things Beyond Sleep Come Precisely Because We Defy Gravity While We Live.

All Of Our Lives Are Governed By A Certain Degree Of Faith In Bullshit.

I Now Understand The Need For Faith - Pure, Blind, Fly-in-the-face-of-reason Faith - As A Small Life Preserver In The Wild And Endless Sea Of A Universe Ruled By Unfeeling Laws And Totally Indifferent To The Small, Reasoning Beings That Inhabit It.