Men Under Stress Are Fools, And Fool

Often I Feel I Go To Some Distant Region Of The World To Be Reminded Of Who I Really Am. There Is No Mystery About Why This Should Be So. Stripped Of Your Ordinary Surroundings, Your Friends, Your Daily Routines, Your Refrigerator Full Of Your Food, Your Closet Full Of Your Clothes -- With All This Taken Away, You Are Forced Into Direct Experience. Such Direct Experience Inevitably Makes You Aware Of Who It Is That Is Having The Experience. That's Not Always Comfortable, But It Is Always Invigorating.

If True Computer Music Were Ever Written, It Would Only Be Listened To By Other Computers.

I Hadn't Traveled With The Intention Of Learning About Anything Except Myself. And The Real Point Of All This Travel Was Not What I Had Come To Believe Or Disbelieve About The Wider World, But What I Had Learned About Myself.

Consensus Is Invoked Only In Situations Where The Science Is Not Solid Enough.

Sometimes I Look Around My Living Room, And The Most Real Thing In The Room Is The Television. It's Bright And Vivid, And The Rest Of My Life Looks Drab. So I Turn The Damn Thing Off. That Does It Every Time. Get My Life Back.