What We Need Is Equality Without Conformity.

The Vaunted Experience Of Age Was Perhaps Only A Matter Of Wounds And Scarring -- That Young Minds To Old Minds Might Be As Young Bodies To Old Bodies: Stronger, More Vital, Less Twisted By Damage.

We Dream, We Wake On A Cold Hillside, We Pursue The Dream Again. In The Beginning Was The Dream, And The Work Of Disenchantment Never Ends.

We All Have Secret Lives. The Life Of Excretion; The World Of Inappropriate Sexual Fantasies; Our Real Hopes, Our Terror Of Death; Our Experience Of Shame; The World Of Pain; And Our Dreams. No One Else Knows These Lives. Consciousness Is Solitary. Each Person Lives In That Bubble Universe That Rests Under The Skull, Alone.

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

Science Was Many Things, Nadia Thought, Including A Weapon With Which To Hit Other Scientists.