Without Change, Something Sleeps Inside Us, And

It Is Impossible To Live In The Past, Difficult To Live In The Present And A Waste To Live In The Future.

The Act Of Saying That Things Exist That Cannot Be Described In Words Shakes A Universe Where Words Are The Supreme Belief.

In All Of My Universe I Have Seen No Law Of Nature, Unchanging And Inexorable. This Universe Presents Only Changing Relationships Which Are Sometimes Seen As Laws By Short-lived Awareness. These Fleshy Sensoria Which We Call Self Are Ephemera Withering In The Blaze Of Infinity, Fleeting Aware Of Temporary Conditions Which Confine Our Activities And Change As Our Activities Change. If You Must Label The Absolute, Use Its Proper Name: Temporary.

The Difference Between Sentiment And Being Sentimental Is The Following: Sentiment Is When A Driver Swerves Out Of The Way To Avoid Hitting A Rabbit On The Road. Being Sentimental Is When The Same Driver, When Swerving Away From The Rabbit, Hits A Pedestrian.

No Matter How Exotic Human Civilization Becomes, No Matter The Developments Of Life And Society Nor The Complexity Of The Machine/human Interface, There Always Come Interludes Of Lonely Power When The Course Of Humankind, The Very Future Of Humankind, Depends Upon The Relatively Simple Actions Of Single Individual.