Its Hard To Die. Harder To Live

She Had Always Felt That The Essence Of Human Experience Lay Not Primarily In The Peak Experiences, The Wedding Days And Triumphs Which Stood Out In The Memory Like Dates Circled In Red On Old Calendars, But, Rather, In The Unself-conscious Flow Of Little Things - The Weekend Afternoon With Each Member Of The Family Engaged In His Or Her Own Pursuit, Their Crossings And Connections Casual, Dialogues Imminently Forgettable, But The Sum Of Such Hours Creating A Synergy Which Was Important And Eternal.

History Viewed From The Inside Is Always A Dark, Digestive Mess, Far Different From The Easily Recognizable Cow Viewed From Afar By Historians.

As For The Depiction Of The Catholic Church, It's Not Meant To Be A Prediction

I'm Very Interested In The Evolution Of Technology, And It's Really The Idea Of Artificial Life Which Intrigues Me, More Than Just Intelligence - A New, Evolving Life Form Arising Within Our Datasphere And Coming Into Living Relation With Humanity.

The Pack Of Media Brayed And Bellowed Outside The House For Seven Weeks. Sol Realized Then What He Had Known And Forgotten About Very Small Communities: They Were Frequently Annoying, Always Parochial, Sometimes Prying On A One-to-one Level, But Never Had They Subscribed To The Vicious Legacy Of The So-called "public's Right To Know".