Time Does Not Change Us. It Just

I Don't Believe In Providence And Fate, As A Technologist I Am Used To Reckoning With The Formulae Of Probability.

The American Way Of Life. Even What They Eat And Drink, These Palefaces Who Don't Know What Wine Istheir Uglinesstheir Pink Sausage Skin, Horrible, They Only Live Because There Is Penicillin,... The World As An Americanized Vacuumtheir Fake Health, Their Fake Youthfulnessthe Way They Use Cosmetics Even On Corpses, Their Whole Pornographic Attitude To Death.

A Real Life, A Life That Leaves A Deposit In The Shape Of Something Alive.... It's Difficult To Say What Makes A Life A Real Life.... You Could Also Say It Depends On A Person Being Identical With Himself.

We Live In An Age Of Reproduction. Most Of What Makes Up Our Personal Picture Of The World We Have Never Seen With Our Own Eyes--or Rather, We've Seen It With Our Own Eyes, But Not On The Spot: Our Knowledge Comes To Us From A Distance, We Are Televiewers, Telehearers, Teleknowers.

Why Do Dying People Never Shed Tears?