One Can Reach The Gates Of Hell

Hubris And Science Are Incompatible.

Where Are You From, Mr. Pendergast? Can't Quite Place The Accent.” “new Orleans.” “what A Coincidence! I Went There For Mardi Gras Once." “how Nice For You. I Myself Have Never Attended.” Ludwig Paused, The Smile Frozen On His Face, Wondering How To Steer The Conversation Onto A More Pertinent Topic.

You Think Of Yourself As An "individual Person", With A Unique And Separate Mind. You Think You Are Born And You Think You Die. All Your Life You Feel Separate And Alone. Sometimes Desperately So. You Fear Death Because You Fear The Loss Of Individuality. All This Is An Illusion. You, He, She, Those Things Around You Living Or Not, The Stars And Galaxies, The Empty Space In Between- These Are Not Distinct, Separate Objects. All Is Fundamentally Entangled.

The Monster’s Crimes Were So Horrific That A Mere Man Could Not Possibly Have Committed Them. Satan, In The End, Had To Be Invoked.

Once Again, We Shall Have To Operate Not Only Outside The Box, But Outside The Room Containing The Box.