It is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.

Fall. Stand. Learn. Adapt.

To want more was not just childish, but cowardly, and somehow constpatory too. Death was change; it led to new chances, new vacancies, new niches and opportunities; it was not all loss.

Belief can be manipulated. Only knowledge is dangerous.

it is an ocean of burning oil I am cast adrift upon, no sea__ repose; I pass from waking agonies_ to the semiconscious trance of torment in which the smaller, earlier, deeper rings of the brain know only that the nerves scream, the body aches, and there is no one to turn crying to for comfort.

Everything about us, everything around us, everything we know and can know of is composed ultimately of patterns of nothing; that__ the bottom line, the final truth. So where we find we have any control over those patterns, why not make the most elegant ones, the most enjoyable and good ones, in our own terms? Yes, we__e hedonists, Mr. Bora Horza Gobuchul. We seek pleasure and have fashioned ourselves so that we can take more of it; admitted. We are what we are. But what about you? What does that make you?