But Lies Were What People Wanted; That

There Was Nothing For It But To Pace Through Just Behind Or Ahead Of The Spooling Present That Was Never There, Caught In The Nonexistent Interval Between The Nonexistent Past And The Nonexistent Future.

It Is Always The Teacher Who Must Learn The Most... Or Else Nothing Real Has Happened In The Exchange.

History Was Like Some Vast Thing That Was Always Over The Tight Horizon, Invisible Except In Its Effects. It Was What Happened When You Weren't Looking -- An Unknowable Infinity Of Events, Which Although Out Of Control, Controlled Everything.

And Because We Are Alive, The Universe Must Be Said To Be Alive. We Are Its Consciousness As Well As Our Own. We Rise Out Of The Cosmos And We See Its Mesh Of Patterns, And It Strikes Us As Beautiful. And That Feeling Is The Most Important Thing In All The Universe—its Culmination, Like The Color Of The Flower At First Bloom On A Wet Morning.

You Can Only Kill Disappointment With A New Try.