This book's like black holes. It really engulfes you whole.

Whether consciousness is implanted in us by something divine, or whether it is created by the efforts of our brains, the end result is the same. We are.

What if the differences between social strata stem not from genomics or inherent xcellence or even dollars, but merely differences in knowledge? Would this not mean the whole Pyramid is built on shifting sands?" I speculated such a suggestion could be seen as a serious deviancy. Melphi seemed delited. "Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' consciences; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding up the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Melphi relplied, "History suggests, not until they are made to.

And he was. Suddenly. From not being to being conscious that he was.

Nothingness is the basis of everything that exists today. It's the mother of creation & consciousness!

We are not at the center of ourselves, but instead _ like the Earth in the Milky Way, and the Milky Way in the universe _ far out on a distant edge, hearing little of what is transpiring.