Still, In The End, We All Die

Everything, Everything Seemed Once-upon-a-time.

Our Responsibility Begins With Our Imagination.

Everybody Feels Safe Belonging Not To The Excluded Minority But To The Excluding Majority. You Think, Oh, I’m Glad That’s Not Me. It’s Basically The Same In All Periods In All Societies. If You Belong To The Majority, You Can Avoid Thinking About Lots Of Troubling Things.

She Was Beautiful And Seemingly Quite Intelligent, What With Her Pentameter Search System. There Wasn't A Reason In The World Not To Find Her Appealing.

Even If You Managed To Escape From One Cage, Weren't You Just In Another, Larger One?