Death is an ascension to a better library.

Living is worthwhile if one can contribute in some small way to this endless chain of progress.

Privilege is something else. "Privilege" is a judgment. "Privilege" is an opinion. "Privilege" is an accusation.

Everything goes. I am working very hard at not thinking about how everything goes.

First we build the tools$$$ then they build us.

It occurs to me that we allow ourselves to imagine only such messages as we need to survive.

By letting go$$$ it all gets done.

Reality denied comes back to haunt.

Fools make feasts and wise men eat them.

To say more is to say less.