We Use Concepts Like "consciousness"---"mind"---"personality," But We

Like The Brief Doomed Flare Of Exploding Suns That Registers Dimly On Blind Men's Eyes, The Beginning Of The Horror Passed Almost Unnoticed; In The Shriek Of What Followed, In Fact, Was Forgotten And Perhaps Not Connected To The Horror At All.

I Tried To Make Every Bit Of It As Creepy As I Could. And I Had The Same Response You Do. I Feel The Same Way. The Hospital Scenes, That Procedure Was So Real.

For I Think Belief In God Is Not A Matter Of Reason At All; I Think It Finally Is A Matter Of Love.

Every Man That Ever Lived Craved Perfect Happiness, The Detective Poignantly Reflected. But How Can We Have It When We Know We’re Going To Die? Each Joy Was Clouded By The Knowledge It Would End. And So Nature Had Implanted In Us A Desire For Something Unattainable? No. It Couldn’t Be. It Makes No Sense. Every Other Striving Implanted By Nature Had A Corresponding Object That Wasn’t A Phantom. Why This Exception? The Detective Reasoned. It Was Nature Making Hunger When There Wasn’t Any Food. We Continue. We Go On. Thus Death Proved Life.

Your Thoughts Are Too Dull To Entertain.