It was evidential proof that the human brain was capable of constructing an internal paradise.

If he should follow power though, not only will he come to know a desperate and revolting loneliness, but he will also never experience even a drop of satisfaction in anything.

They learned at some point that there was an eccentric core to their personality and that it was possible no one else shared their own brand of eccentricity. They put up screens around that core to shield from embarrassment and shame.

Why is there never an objective? And now I think about it, if there were, what would it even be? The answer is perhaps the same for us here at the end of history as it was for our ancestors millions of years ago at the beginning: to live well, to live quietly, and to die without too much of a fuss. And if we are very, very lucky, to love properly a

Well, if a speck knew itself to be a speck then what a fine speck it was.

pidgin.

derelict

exultant.

Most humans were not malicious, only drastically misguided and desperate in their loneliness.