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In The End--when All Else Is Dust--loyalty To Those We Love Is All We Can Carry With Us To The Grave. Faith--true Faith--was Trusting In That Love.

If Everyone Could Understand The Working Of A Psychopath's Mind, We Undoubtedly Would Be Closer To Insanity Ourselves.

It No Longer Matters Who Consider Themselves The Masters Of Events. Events No Longer Obey Their Masters.

Speaking As A Novelist Myself, I Know That Members Of Our Profession Live In Our Imaginations As Much Or More As We Inhabit What People Call 'the Real World.

Once Upon A Time ... The Only Autonomous Intelligences We Humans Knew Of Were Us Humans. We Thought Then That If Humankind Ever Devised Another Intelligence That It Would Be The Result Of A Huge Project ... A Great Mass Of Silicon And Ancient Transistors And Chips And Circuit Boards ... A Machine With Lots Of Networking Circuits, In Other Words, Aping-if You Will Pardon The Expression-the Human Brain In Form And Function. Of Course, Ais Did Not Evolve That Way. They Sort Of Slipped Into Existence When We Humans Were Looking The Other Way.