The Fifth Science

A formalist as he described it, believing that a mind is a pattern of information rather than a solid thing enclosed within the brain.

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.

In all things, across all avenues, a choice must be made: whether to follow love, truth, or power. That choice will consume the chooser. If he follows only love then his wellbeing will be constantly at the mercy of another, though his highs will be sublime.

Humans must be the only animals who build zoos for themselves.

I happen to think consciousness is a sort of pattern, a collection of relationships. If the brain can do it, why not something else too? Who knows what a spirit is? Perhaps just consciousness transferred onto some other medium.”

agglutinated,

dirge

It was a certain knowledge that whatever was beyond that bed, beyond that room, was far inferior to just watching this woman sleep.

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