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We All Have Secret Lives. The Life Of Excretion; The World Of Inappropriate Sexual Fantasies; Our Real Hopes, Our Terror Of Death; Our Experience Of Shame; The World Of Pain; And Our Dreams. No One Else Knows These Lives. Consciousness Is Solitary. Each Person Lives In That Bubble Universe That Rests Under The Skull, Alone.

There Was Nothing For It But To Pace Through Just Behind Or Ahead Of The Spooling Present That Was Never There, Caught In The Nonexistent Interval Between The Nonexistent Past And The Nonexistent Future.

History Was Like Some Vast Thing That Was Always Over The Tight Horizon, Invisible Except In Its Effects. It Was What Happened When You Weren't Looking -- An Unknowable Infinity Of Events, Which Although Out Of Control, Controlled Everything.

History Is A Wave That Moves Through Time Slightly Faster Than We Do.

Rock Is Much More Malleable Than Ideas.