. . . All Meaning Comes From

Below Every Tangled Hierarchy Lies An Inviolate Level

This Idea That There Is Generality In The Specific Is Of Far-reaching Importance.

It Turns Out That An Eerie Type Of Chaos Can Lurk Just Behind A Facade Of Order - And Yet, Deep Inside The Chaos Lurks An Even Eerier Type Of Order.

In The End, We Self-perceiving, Self-inventing, Locked-in Mirages Are Little Miracles Of Self-reference.

If A Mosquito Has A Soul, It Is Mostly Evil. So I Don't Have Too Many Qualms About Putting A Mosquito Out Of Its Misery. I'm A Little More Respectful Of Ants.