The Purpose Of Argument Is To Change

Ideas Are A Dime A Dozen. It's Execution That Counts.

She Looked At Patches Of Blackness. Black Is A Blind Remembering, She Thought.

You Do Not Take From This Universe. It Grants You What It Will.

I Must Not Fear. Fear Is The Mind-killer. Fear Is The Little-death That Brings Total Obliteration. I Will Face My Fear. I Will Permit It To Pass Over Me And Through Me. And When It Has Gone Past I Will Turn The Inner Eye To See Its Path. Where The Fear Has Gone There Will Be Nothing. Only I Will Remain.

Memory Never Recaptures Reality. Memory Reconstructs. All Reconstructions Change The Original, Becoming External Frames Of Reference That Inevitably Fall Short.