Rock Is Much More Malleable Than Ideas.

And In This Curious State I Had The Realization, At The Moment Of Seeing That Stranger There, That I Was A Person Like Everybody Else. That I Was Known By My Actions And Words, That My Internal Universe Was Unavailable For Inspection By Others. They Didn't Know. They Didn't Know, Because I Never Told Them.

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

There's Jevon's Paradox That The Better We Get At Efficiently Using Energy The More Energy We Use; So That And That Machine Technology Improvements Per Se Do Not Necessarily Reduce Our Impacts Because We Immediately Double Down On How Much We Use.

I Grew Up In A Utopia, I Did. California When I Was A Child Was A Child's Paradise, I Was Healthy, Well Fed, Well Clothed, Well Housed. I Went To School And There Were Libraries With All The World In Them And After School I Played In Orange Groves And In Little League And In The Band And Down At The Beach And Every Day Was An Adventure. . . . I Grew Up In Utopia.

The Word Of God Came Down To Man As Rain To Soil, And The Result Was Mud, Not Clear Water. (bistami) Pg. 128